As often as it's exhilarating, change can be distending. It pushes and pulls us into discomfort, but hear this: we are malleable. We are malleable and we are ready. We will no longer flinch from the unknown, but stand in our grace and our light, ready, and all the more powerful for that willingness. We are… Continue reading Your capacity.
I know I've been absent for a few weeks, and I can't tell you how my heart celebrates being part of a community that welcomes you back, no matter how long (or short) the absence. We are family here, and that welcome goes both ways. This is a space of motivation, whether to build up… Continue reading Your permission.
At the borders.
We all have borders. Boundaries. Some of us can't see them for the horizon, and while embracing and expansive, those with such openness sometimes need to be reminded of where the rest of us reside. There is nothing wrong with reinforcing your boundaries. You are not required to carve open doorways, no matter who's knocking.… Continue reading At the borders.
Under your own conditions.
I have to thank you guys--I can't tell you how wonderful it is to have this community to turn to. Through our experiences, our education (life or otherwise), our family dynamics, we each hold a piece of this gigantic puzzle. And when we come together, we learn about ourselves and we teach each other. This… Continue reading Under your own conditions.
More than enough.
There are days when the energy to speak is just too much. But you know what? I think that's okay. Beneficial, even. Active listening is a dwindling art, but I'll admit--even on these quiet days, I'm rarely listening. I'm off in my own world, sorting through the detritus of impossible decisions, the weight of my past,… Continue reading More than enough.
How you bloom.
I know it makes everything harder. I know it can make getting out of bed (or going to bed for that matter) a monumental task requiring all of your discipline and deep reserves of strength. This is not depression. It's not anxiety, although it can certainly manifest that way. There's nothing wrong with you. I know.… Continue reading How you bloom.
I almost believe this, and that's a huge thing. Despite my years of study, teaching, and immersion in the world of yoga and meditation, I never thought my anxiety would let me sit still long enough to do anything but check meditation off of my daily to-do list. But recently? Something clicked. Something clicked, and I stumble… Continue reading Your focus.
I don't care about the counterargument. All I know is that enough happens to prove the magical can coexist with the mundane. Enough happens to prove to me that it is demanding our attention. And our action.
Sometimes the intuition fires, and sometimes it doesn't. Like, you're squinting and squinting at a thing, trying to bring it into focus, and eventually have to give up because there ain't no way you're going to see through that fog. There's a path here somewhere, but the fog is so thick that you're convinced that,… Continue reading Arrived.
What moves you?
I don't think I'm alone in thinking that changing the view will change everything. Sometimes it's what we need, the jolt of a culture or landscape shift. And somewhere in the jostle of the journey, our perspective settles and stakes rearrange themselves. Sometimes. But even then, eventually the new becomes routine, and the question--can we hold… Continue reading What moves you?