• being human,  embodiment,  gratitude,  love letters for the soul,  stories

    Embodying My Life

    For as long as I can remember (forever) I've been a doer. I became a yoga teacher thirteen years ago, because I saw the gifts yoga freely gave and I wanted to be a conduit for that. More being, less doing. They say "we teach what we most need to learn." I wholeheartedly believe this statement to be true. So I taught yoga, the best way I knew how, for ten full years. I taught what I needed to learn, and in the process I learned and changed. I still teach now, but in a much different manner. I write about my experiences in the hopes that others see themselves in my stories, feel…

  • being human,  embodiment,  love letters for the soul

    Where I Am Today

    Like everyone, a culmination of events, mishaps and 'a has' have led me to where I am today. There's so much to say, but for now I'll keep this post to a bare minimum, to what feels essential. If you know me personally or have followed me for a while, you know that the last to years have not been my greatest. Witnessing my mom's devastating illness, followed by her untimely passing, as well as working through major life changes with my one and only daughter, literally changed who I am as a person. You've heard the saying, "once you see it, you can't unsee it." Well, it's true, and sometimes life can…

  • being human,  embodiment,  gratitude,  love letters for the soul

    Let’s Be Amazing Together!

    I have had many mini epiphanies about life since Christmas. Internal shifts that needed to happen, happened. I’d say ‘the old Heather is back,’ but that's not really true. Something brand new is being birthed and I’m loving it/her. So much of life has been really f*cking hard for two f*cking years, but I had to go through it to get here. I wasn’t sure i’d teach again. Now I know I will. In fact, I'm teaching now, just not in the same way I did before. I trust myself so much more than ever. I’m stronger than i thought possible. 

  • love letters for the soul,  prose & poetry

    bright

    oh my darling don’t you see? none of this is real these thoughts those emotions all of the self loathing you shine; why are you dimming your brightness? you are the stars the moon heaven in physical form. . . . Photo by mari lezhava on Unsplash