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.
We are capable. Full stop. I know, conversely, that that's an exhausting statement. Just writing it tires me out. But that's because we're looking forward at all those circumstances (not gonna lie--most of them fabricated in our intricate and endlessly dark imaginations) yet to come that we'll then have to overcome. So we have to stop… Continue reading Remain standing.
Last night, a song from childhood happened to come over the speakers where I work. I stopped where I was, so happy to hear it again before being immediately gripped with a grieving nostalgia so fierce, I wedged myself between two shelves, hidden, so I could listen to it, undisturbed, letting whatever was to come,… Continue reading You’ll surely struggle.
We are not broken. We are not wrong, and if we are frightened, then perhaps we're at yet another crossroads. The right crossroads. I can't tell you which direction to take--true north is individual. If following your heart is difficult (believe me--I understand), then follow your curiosity. It cannot and will not steer you wrong. It… Continue reading Part of the design.
Oh, Petals. Some days just begin worn-out, fatigued, don't they? Some days the world is lucky we get out of bed, get dressed, find a comb. But you know what? The world IS lucky. the world IS lucky that you've decided to find space here. I know you'll forget. We all do. It's the boulder… Continue reading May we refocus.
Our expansiveness is endless and eternal. And if we can remember this (if not believe it), then we can shift our perspective. We can shift those burdens, those tasks, those heavy details of daily living into this larger space, easing the risk of becoming overwhelmed. When we learn to expand into our own space, instead of… Continue reading Your own capacity.
That we're our harshest critics is not news. But why is it, knowing that, that we continue to listen? This is the eternal mystery. The fierce hippie-rebel in me is here to play the tattooed angel on your shoulder, reminding you gently, with compassion and with love, kindly to shut up. For today, when that… Continue reading The Most Difficult Border
Yes, you *are* enough, but that word... It indicates a hierarchy, and I think we've all had, well, enough of hierarchies. Instead of enough--part of a spectrum--can we not invoke the whole spectrum? Are we not MORE than enough? Are we not the entire spectrum? Are we not EVERYTHING? And can we not, if not silence, then shush that… Continue reading More than.