• 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.┬áHe 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.…

  • being human,  writing

    Conscious Writing

    I've been a technical writer, content strategist and copywriter for the bulk of my professional career. It's not what I planned; it just happened. But as I look back at my college days I see the seeds. Getting older offers the gift of clear-er seeing. When I began teaching yoga over a decade ago, I felt a distinct pull to do more personal writing -- for myself and others. That practice has been a mainstay ever since. I'm calmer and more focused in the process. I understand myself in a deeper way. I see how my thoughts work (for and against me). Personal writing -- conscious writing -- makes me more me. For…

  • being human,  embodiment

    Questions I’m Pondering This Morning

    Life flows. But sometimes it stops too. Sometimes we can visibly see and feel a before and an after. I feel this truth distinctly in my mom's passing. It feels as though naivete was the norm while she was alive, whereas darkness has settled into life since. It's not an every day darkness. For the most part I'm still in love with life; things just seem more real than they ever have been -- and yes, some days totally do suck. I also continue to gain a greater sense of myself, a self I don't always like. Life isn't as happy as it was before, and I can't seem to get back to…

  • being human

    Finite Thinking in an Infinite World

    Earlier this week I wrote about how travel is good for the soul and created a post on social media posing the question of what it does for others. A yoga friend of mine said she loved to travel because of the anonymity of it; she loves being another smiling face in the crowd. What a beautiful idea, I thought, and it got me thinking about how travel connects us to humanity, how it connects us to each other. It reminds us that we are a small part of the greater whole. Travel humbles us and makes us realize that our every day lives are not as large as we sometimes believe.

  • being human

    Travel is Good for the Soul

    I wrote about lightening the load before I left for California last week. I feel the truth of it more deeply upon my return. Packing only a large backpack for a five day trip, I still took too much. I was a little fearful of a new place, a big unfamiliar city many states away. It feels silly now. Sure, being cautious is a good thing, awareness is necessary when traveling, but I made more up in my mind about how it would or could be than how it actually was. There were several surreal moments as we were traveling along Highway 1. My eyes pooled with tears that matched the saltiness of…