• being human,  embodiment

    Learning to Remember

    We get so busy living that we forget. We never stop. We uphold our importance. We don't see the big picture. We live as though this is the only day, as though this (fill in the blank) is all that matters. We take ourselves so seriously. If we can learn to stop, or at least slow down; widen our experience, recognize that we are a drop in the ocean, a piece of the puzzle instead of the whole puzzle, life will make a lot more sense.

  • being human

    Focus on Healing Over Hurting

    The last part of this week has been hard. I've had a relationship in need of repair and some things came to a head. I can't fix what's broken, not alone anyway. I can't control the other person and we're not seeing life in the same way. To make things worse, this is a primary relationship; we've always been close. I am and always will be invested. The situation has led to deep introspection of self and other, and in looking at things objectively, I recognize that when we are hurt, we project our feelings onto others. Personally, I try to communicate my way though difficulty, but that's not always the answer. Its…

  • being human

    Calling Bullsh*t on the Bullsh*t

    I've always loved this quote by Anais Nin, "and the time came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." It's a gentle reminder that we are always growing, or should be. I've been thinking a lot lately about who I was, who I am and who I want to be. During my 'yoga decade,' the ten years I taught yoga as a profession, I stepped into my power, but I also now see that I adhered to a certain ideal about who I thought I needed to be instead of really being me. I've lived "tight in a bud" most of…

  • being human,  stories

    Learning to Be a Better Me

    You ever go through so much change you don’t know who you are anymore? For me, a few difficult events led to a gradual process of huge transformation. And I didn’t even realize the magnitude of all I was going through until a friend pointed it out. She told me to stop, to be gentle, to give myself a little grace. I was so hard on myself prior to that, treating myself with little respect—a way I’d never treat another person. It took months following my mom’s death to put pieces of my heart back together. I'm still not 'the same.' I never will be; I don't think I'm supposed to be. But…

  • being human

    Do No Harm But Take No Shit

    Something I’m thinking about today, after a situation this weekend … I’m all about peace, love and light, but people with their own agendas who don’t listen and discard other people’s feelings, seriously piss me off. Sometimes I’m flabbergasted at the way people act, giving no thought to other people’s feelings. I talked with a close friend about the situation and she suggested I say something. “How can people change if they don’t know the things they do that hurt others?” I whole-heartedly agree, but given the relationship, it’s not my place to do the talking, and J (my husband) avoids conflict. He brought the situation up again last night, sorting out a remedy…

  • being human,  embodiment,  stories

    Writing to Discover the Truth

    I have a lump on the side of my breast. I discovered it three days ago, just after a boudoir shoot I did for my husband. I felt sexy, empowered, beautiful and strong, followed by every opposite emotion after discovering the lump. I have no idea what it is. Perhaps I have nothing to worry about; perhaps it will change my life. One rule of writing is to choose what you will say, how you will say it and how much to reveal. Writing for the self and writing for an audience are two entirely different things. Another rule of writing is to tell the truth.

  • being human,  embodiment

    Born Creators

    We are all creators. We were born to create, and yet we forget. We go through the motions. We act as though our lives are not important, as though the choices we make don’t matter. But they do, very much so. I had a conversation with a new friend a few days ago. She’s a photographer and a gifted one at that. She spoke of her brother and her daughter — the artists that each one of them are, and in that conversation she almost diminished her own art, her giftedness in her art, as though drawing was superior to photography. It isn’t. In fact, no one thing is better than another from…

  • being human,  embodiment,  gratitude

    Aging and Beauty

    As I'm growing older I'm thinking a lot about aging and beauty. We are lucky to be living in a time of such body positivity. Countless social media accounts promote loving oneself exactly as-is, and in doing so, the message is becoming mainstream -- how different from television advertising days of my youth. I taught yoga for ten years, and during that time I promoted body positivity, giving thanks for our bodies, owning our strengths and limitations. And while it's what I taught, I didn't fully live it. We teach most what we need to learn. I had body dysmorphia (and maybe still do sometimes) and while I acted empowered, I didn't always…

  • being human,  stories,  synchronicities

    Today I Take A Little More of My Life Back

    On this day one year ago my mom told me she was giving up her fight with cancer. Less than two hours later my daughter, my only child, came home from school and announced that she wanted to transfer to her dad's school district. It was not a good day. I lived in heartbreak for months. I've never been prone to depression but that is exactly what I would call the period that followed. Nine years ago on this day my life was forever changed when I learned of a careless, reckless act between two people -- one person I love dearly, the other I barely know. It wasn't a good day either.…