Feeling safe, feeling like I have a home, it's something I don't feel readily. I am particular, and I may not always know why, but I can feel what sits with me best compared to what could be just settling. The last few years I have raised the bar quite high to avoid settling, and now that it is further from me than any easy peasy little reach, I'm going to have to get off this damn couch to grab it.
Read MoreI awoke on the couch, lights on, movie credits rolling, and terror oozing through me like a dull, fatal agony. Nightmares make heavy appearances in my life, usually for weeks or months at a time, but last night's trumped them all.
Read MoreWe 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 MoreI want to change some things up here at the blog...
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 want to strip myself down completely. I don't understand who I am or what it truly means to be human at all. The thought of peeling everything away to enigmatic bareness to build a new life has begun to thrill me.
Read MoreIt's so fascinating to me how much we fight being ourselves. I don't mean the parts we aren't too fond of, like being messy or lazy or having the wrong hair. I mean the real parts of us, the true energy inside that thirsts for adventure and passion, and wants desperately to have their story heard.
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 MoreThought I was being open about everything inside, the shit I hide...
Read MoreMy yoga practice forte reveals itself when the sequences resemble a dance, having fluid ongoing transitions, always moving forward. But when it comes time to hold a pose, to sit with myself in an uncomfortable place for so long, I struggle.
Read MoreSilence perpetuates violence, and it is about time we raised our voice.
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