Our lives are living processes; we are human processes as much as anything. The only certainty is change. I reflect today about how things were a year ago. 2017 and 2018 were extremely hard years, and my goodness, did I fully participate in them. I didn’t run. I didn’t hide. I faced the ugly and the pain. I deepened my embodiment practices and I journaled and cried and journaled and cried some more. I practiced yoga and gratitude (as much as I could), I got outside a lot. But the single most impactful thing that facilitated healing was my writing/journaling practice. Seeing it all on a page in black and white made me face it, understand it, and gave me the ability to work with and to change what needed changed.
Fast forward to today, 2019 has been a pretty good year. I’m ready to give back again regularly. (I stopped teaching regularly just before my mom’s passing because it was just too much, too personal, too of my heart.)
Well, I’m excited to say I was accepted last week into an amazing program through the Center for Journal Therapy, allowing me to deepen my own practice and teach this healing art to others: a new way to help others, and sometimes combine two disciplines I love: writing and yoga! If you’re interested, i’d love for you to join me.