We rarely find ourselves when we are hiding among sunshine-y moments, just-alright days, and sighs of contentment. We find out who we really are during the moments that feel too huge to handle.
Read MoreWhen they told us we had to start working, they never said we had to stop playing.
Read MoreI'm sick and tired, literally nauseous and exhausted all the time, of being someone I'm not.
Read MoreYesterday, life felt wildly unmanageable, but from this chaos I resolved to find a place of calmness within. Before I could pout about all the chopping, boiling, stirring, timing, and storing that awaited me, I walked straight to the kitchen and began gathering ingredients. I started making soup.
Read MoreWhat strikes me as one of the strangest human fears is our terror of the unknown within ourselves.
Read MoreI'm sure I'm not the only one who's noticed: people have been a bit batty lately. Friends, family, neighbors, the cats, everyone seems to be colliding with dramatic emotions and drastic miscommunications.
Read MoreI'm terrified of practicing yoga again. I dabble at home, a few poses here and there, but I have been seriously avoiding attending a class since the death in our family. I know now that I'm afraid of what I might feel. I risk a colossal breakdown in public, at my workplace, in front of strong yogis that know me and will continue to see me at the studio afterwards.
Read MoreI feel so stuck. My writing is stuck. My life is stuck, and in an out-of-control cyclone at the same time. I'm in a hurry, but to nowhere.
Read MoreThere's something that's beginning to eat away at me. I like spending my time reading, meditating, on my yoga mat, practicing reiki, and with whatever other tools feel right for growing a life of love. But despite following these enlightening practices, there is a black hole that continues to stalk me.
Read MoreI still don't feel like writing about anything else. The recent death in our family has taken over everything. I am constantly thinking about my loved ones, even more than I always have, consumed with thoughts of helplessness, mourning, and guilt.
Read MoreWhen something unbelievable happens, something tragic and heartbreaking and unexpected, there are no words that exist to describe how shattered we feel.
Read MoreE. E. Cummings really nailed it with this line, because being a writer terrifies me.
Read MoreI felt a sting of selfishness stab into me for a long time, knowing that I'm not satisfied with merely being "happy" in life. What kind of ungrateful being was I, to be blessed with a job I love, a caring family, supportive friends, and still feel like something so dark and empty hid within me?
Read MoreI've been hit over the head with some emotional sledgehammers this week, and while I felt all of the stress zooming around my brain like a passenger to Earnhardt Jr., I didn't know how to deal with it. Thankfully I've learned that distracting myself and pretending all is hunky-dory will get my healing nowhere.
Read MoreWhat is the purpose of life? What is my own life's purpose? Aren't we all just a bunch of dirt piled together that's just, for better or worse, become aware of our own existence?
Read MoreWe can often become so wrapped up in obtaining the things we want, that we forget to take a step back and remember to appreciate what we already have.
Read MoreMy whole life I was blessed with what we all thought was a natural lifestyle. The reality is that many of the seemingly harmless products and habits we grew up with are now being exposed as toxic, unsafe, or even deadly.
Read MoreTalking about my body makes my skin crawl. It's crippling to spiel about my physical traits and the seemingly endless battles I had with them. I think the word I am looking for here is vulnerable.
Read MoreMost of the time I at least attempt to find the silver lining, the laughter in the darkest moments to remind me that even though it hurts right now, this darkness will pass and there is sure to be a light up ahead.
Read More“Hippie is a state of mind...”
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