• being human,  embodiment,  writing

    Open Hands. Open Heart.

    There is never only ‘one way’ to do things. There are often many answers. Sometimes, though, we ‘should ourselves to death,’ cling so tightly, fixate our brains on a particular outcome, when we only need to let go, surrender, and watch life unfold.

  • being human,  embodiment

    Soul + Fabric

    I don’t believe in coincidence. I believe everything has a wider design than we realize, and this post, to me, confirms this fact. I have been a yogi for over twenty years and a meditator for at least ten. In that span of time I’ve come to realize many things about both practices; mostly I see that both point to a larger state of being. The practices themselves are not (necessarily) the point. I came to yoga in a volatile time of my life. It calmed my nerves, gave me an outlet and helped me see there was a better way to live. Meditation is a subtler and deeper level of the practice and over the last decade, I’ve learned lots of other mindfulness practices and have settled on those that are best for me and my temperament. I’ve also come to realize that there are other activities outside of traditional mindfulness practices that create similar results. Hiking, art journaling and recently sewing, are three such practices that, when done mindfully, also become sources of calm and centering for me. I’ve hiked regularly for a long time now, began art journaling about a year ago, and sewing is my ‘newest oldest passion’ that I’ll speak…

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    Holy Week 2020

    Yesterday was Palm Sunday, the first day of Holy Week and I am becoming Catholic. As a child, I attended Mass with my best friend Theresa quite a lot but I never considered becoming Catholic. In fact, I didn’t know it was an option. My journey has been long and the road has been winding and I feel secure in being on the right path for the first time in a long time, maybe ever. What I’m coming back to again and again is this idea of integration. As a yogi for over two decades and a yoga teacher, I have quite a lot of yoga practice and knowledge that is very much a part of my being. The Yamas and Niyamas, and the rest of the eight limbs were, perhaps, what catapulted me into a deeper spiritual voyage than I might not have otherwise traversed. I don’t believe all is lost. I do believe each thing has it’s place. I believe they weave together to make up me, to make up my testimony. I wrote before that life is not either/or but both/and. I guess, for me, I just need to figure out how that all translates into a human life, my human life.…

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    A Spiritual Crisis

    Yesterday I wrote that I believe we as a world, as a species, are in a spiritual crisis. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, that God works all things out for our good. I also believe this situation is a wake up call. As a collective, there are many things that need to change to bring about a greater good. It is up to us to recognize it and to do something about it. I am afraid for our country as well as the rest of the world. As an American, a divide between us has been happening for a long time now. The last election was evidence of it and I’m afraid it grows stronger every day. I am honestly afraid of our president and concerned about his mental health. I know that I am not alone, and I also know there are people who support him more than ever, even in this madness. Do I think this is all his fault? No? But do I think he’s adding to the chaos instead of soothing the American public? Hells yes. Do I also think he’ll act in the interest of re-election, in the interest of the economy over public…

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    Prayers & An Opportunity

    The other day an online acquaintance on Instagram posted about her struggle with this Coronavirus pandemic, how there is such a distinct line of separation between many of us; there are some who were already struggling before all of this, others who are out of work and people who are all sunshine and unicorns spreading positivity when the reality is that there is a lot of collective fear and uncertainty in the world right now. We are all dealing with this new reality the best we know how, but it is definitely a process. In order for us to grow, we must process how we feel and give ourselves permission to really feel everything that is coming up – fear, frustration, anger, aggravation, grief, sadness, annoyance. All of it. Yes, we must acknowledge it all, honor and hold space for ourselves and others. Personally, for me, there has not been a lot of change to my day-to-day. I work from home, in a field that helps businesses so I am still working. I am also a relatively solitary person, introverted, so the social aspect hasn’t been as difficult for me as I’m certain it’s been for many. I am exceptionally blessed and I realize it.…

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    Resourcing Resources

    I, like many of you, have been thinking about how I can help in this Coronavirus crisis. As a yoga and journaling teacher, I’ve been thinking about what I have to offer. Online classes? Meditations? Embodiment resources? Journaling prompts? Honestly, though, I’ve needed to resource and find safety within before putting any offerings out there. Some of us are stronger than others. Some of us need time. We’re all individual and we’re all called to help in different ways and at different times. If you’re unfamiliar with the term, resourcing is simply a way of finding safety in the midst of chaos or trauma. I am familiar with resourcing because of the deep work I did a few years ago in the aftermath of my mom’s death. My daughter left our home at the same time so it was like living through two deaths at the same time. I was in deep depression, certainly in a place I’d never been before. But I digress. The important thing is that if you’re feeling unsafe, unsure, depressed or depleted, you find the resources you need to get back to normal, or at least stable enough to get through whatever it is you’re going through. This coronavirus is…

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    Socially Connected While Physically Distanced

    Language matters. How we speak and relate to each other matters. Today, more than ever. What I’m thinking about right now is this new term ‘social distancing’ that’s been proposed throughout the COVID-19 national emergency. While I get the overall concept behind it and the necessity of creating more separation between each of us to slow the spread of the virus, the phrase feels isolating to me. As a new work week begins and the majority of people are home, working remotely, I feel the energy of the collective flowing through me. A heaviness presses on my heart. I am not alone in this. We are far more connected than not. This virus is physically showing us that in very real ways. We need each other and we need to stay calm. We also need to listen to the public health experts and do our part to slow the rate of spread. I acutely recognize the need to self regulate and discharge as much of the toxic, stress-inducing energy as I’m able. Personally, I’ve been practicing pranayama and somatic meditation every day, along with getting outside with my dog. As this outbreak unfolds, it will be even more important to continue and build upon these practices,…

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    Choosing Calm Over Chaos

    Wow, what a week. The world feels crazy right now with this Coronavirus pandemic. Lots of people have lots of opinions. The entire thing is politically divisive. The media is creating an even greater divide, inducing panic and fear. Yesterday, the energy was palpable to me. Not a thought-based panic but a body-based felt-sense of the madness within the collective. The dread arrived as soon as I opened my eyes in the morning. I couldn’t rid myself of the anxiety right away but I did work with it throughout the day. Presence over pushing it away. When the world feels like it’s spiraling out of control, I find simple ways to calm my nervous system. Here are 11 ideas for choosing calm over chaos: Breathe. Repeat. Breathe. Repeat. Breathe. Repeat. Go outside. Take in the fresh air. Take a walk. Play with your kids. Pet your dog. Hug your dog. Play with your dog. Watch your dog sleep. Be present with your dog. (They have SO much to teach us about letting things BE!) Journal using a prompt that taps you into your highest self. Don’t write about how you feel today if this whole thing has you out of sorts or panic-stricken; that will…

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    Creativity + Organization = Grounded Self Care

    Tapping into my creativity is my self care. Yes, I have other ways I care for myself like eating well, movement, positive self-talk, gratitude and plenty of rest, but also at the top of that list is creating. I just don’t think I realized or put it into that context until the last few years. For over a quarter of a century I’ve been writer, personally and professionally. For about the past 15 years I’ve written and blogged a lot more personally out of necessity. I feel calmer and more grounded when I write regularly, yet it has only been in the last few years that I’ve put writing in the context of creativity, and have felt a need to explore other ways to achieve similar results. Since that time I’ve continued to write, added in painting and drawing and knitting and chanting and playing ukulele and lettering and poetry. As a doer, it’s been fun to experiment with other ways to be creative beyond writing. Writing has been a way to be creative AND make money. These other artistic endeavors are just for me. As a person who tends to put life in compartments, I like finding things that thread together naturally. And I’ve realized…

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    Knowing and Not Knowing

    I write. It’s the one thing I do consistently, the one thing I’ve continually done to make sense of life. Ideas mill about in my head, and until I sit down, put fingers to a keyboard or pen to paper, thoughts don’t solidify. They stay scattered. It’s unsettling. Writing grounds me. Lately I’ve been feeling out of sorts. In my deepest essence I feel a need for change and I know the general areas that need change but can’t find a clear path forward. Or maybe I’m struggling with commitment. Perhaps old patterns are sabotaging me, or worse yet I’m afraid of succeeding, shining, becoming too big. I am in the last half of my life. That fact really just became clear in the last few months. I don’t know why I didn’t consider it before, but I didn’t, at least not at length. I guess death brings life into greater focus. Nothing has been the same since mom’s passing and Maddie’s coming of age. I often find myself wondering, is this it? Is this all there is? And then the next day there is utter and complete joy. Emotions come and go. It’s hard not to get caught up in them. I am still learning.…