• being human,  embodiment

    My Life Is A Ritual

    I happened upon this statement a few months ago. I’m not sure where, but it attached itself deep in my psyche … “my life is a ritual.” I placed those words on my message board so I could ponder them for a while and I’ve concluded for myself that the statement is true, but my thoughts around ritual are different now. The dictionary defines ritual in this way: a religious or solemn ceremony consisting of a series of actions performed according to a prescribed order Essentially, what I believed ritual to be in the past: a long, elaborate set of rules and actions, has changed. The statement also made me ponder ritual vs. getting stuck in my ways, in life … going through the motions. This is something I wish least for myself. As I ruminated on the statement, I thought about my daily morning ritual. I look forward to the morning more than any other time of day. The freshness, the possibility, the gift of ‘beginning again’ each day literally ignites my soul. I also love the idea of honoring the rhythm of the days and seasons and a morning ritual invites that. My morning ritual consists of naturally rising at sunrise, slowly, mindfully making tea, standing…

  • being human,  embodiment

    On Wishing Life into Existence

    For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be somebody. Mediocrity was never okay. I dreamed of making it big, not necessarily as an actress, songwriter or singer, but someone recognizable. I wanted to be an anchor on a bigtime news show and as I entered college, I declared a communication major. I had huge hope and enthusiasm, but looking back, I see I was never really ‘for myself,’ and had no real possibility of manifesting those dreams into reality. Practicality was also bred deeply into my being, as well as analytical skills and discernment, leaving little room for creativity (the thing I now see we are ALL made for). Top that mix with ‘I don’t have a clue who I really am,’ and lots of unresolved childhood trauma that wouldn’t fully come to surface until much later in life. I didn’t yet know how to consciously create, and had to live through a lot more trauma, re-creations of past trauma, to finally get wise to the movements within me. It would take years of living and messing up and learning and messing up again. It would take years to understand that I’d never be ready in early adulthood. I had too much to…

  • being human,  embodiment

    My Altar Practice

    I remember learning about establishing & using an altar over 20 years ago when I first started practicing yoga. It seemed so foreign, unconventional and scary to me. It is now a part of every day life. I’ve had a morning ritual for years and using my altar (that’s right on my kitchen counter and is beautiful, simple and practical) feels very natural. It’s simply a place to pray, practice gratitude, set intentions and remember who I am, at my core. I’ll be writing a post about my practice, establishing an altar, things to include, etc … stay tuned. Do you have an altar? Any morning or evening rituals? A gratitude or journaling practice? I’d love to know! Tell us below in the comments.

  • embodiment

    I Wrote This for You

    I wrote this for you, a reminder of how amazing you are and how much the world needs you … a #mantra, a practice, some encouragement, a necessary reminder on the days you need it most. I hope you believe it because its #truth! You are unique, beautiful, amazing and an important part of the delicate fabric of life.

  • being human,  embodiment

    Grounding & Simplifying

    Last week I was profoundly grounded and centered. I felt whole. Centered. Calm. I stepped back into the practices that are important to me and they were medicine for my soul. But over the weekend, J and I ran a bit … and now that it’s Monday morning, I’m feeling scattered. It feels agitating. It brings the anxiety I know so well. I don’t like it. At all. So, while I’m jumping back into work this morning, I see a deep need for a little me-time to recalibrate. To reset. To balance. To breathe. To ground. Without going into a long story about the ‘why,’ I see it. My scatteredness relates to: the way I’m deeply affected by other people’s energy, the fact that I am always looking for new creative ways to BE and that some of those ways are not ME. I know who I am. I know what’s important, what works for me, and I must remember that I’m not, nor should I be, all things to all people. I need to consistently remember ME, and do the things that resonate with my soul. I try to do too much and I often work against myself. This is what puts me in the place I…

  • being human,  embodiment

    Me Being Me

    I am continually working on becoming the fullest expression of myself. Daily I ask: what am I grateful for? What do I need to do to fulfill my obligations? What do I want to do that serves my soul? How am I hiding — from myself and others? How can I be more transparent? How do I want to be remembered? How can I be more ME? For the most part, for most of my life, it’s been about the second question: obligations. They are important, but they’re not the only thing that matters, so I’m learning to tend to what needs tending to, moving on to matters of the soul and trying not to feel bad about it, #shameisabitch. In other words, I’m trying to live my life on purpose. I had a lot of alone time last week which made it easy to see more clearly. Now I’m ready to put it all in action, to stay true no matter the circumstance … whether I’m viewed a weirdo or not (probably yes!) Life is practice, and a balancing act! How do you stay true to you? How do you serve your soul? How do you bend? and how do you blend, to work with…

  • being human,  embodiment

    On Being Fully Seen

    We get so ‘stuck’ in our ways of being. We get complacent, or shut down or scared; we don’t know how to change. And yet, we’re changing all the time. I think ‘scared’ (and scarred) is the primary factor for me in getting/staying stuck … mostly scared of being fully seen, flawed as I am. I get too in my head. I shut down my heart to stay ‘safe.’ I hide my shadow, the parts of me I don’t want others to see … but it’s felt. Energy is real, real-er than form and physicality! This is what i’m making space for today, the noticing so I can make space for change. I love it when a fresh new perspective presents itself, when I’m suddenly renewed, when the world feels full of possibility. That’s what going away and coming hOMe feels like to me.

  • being human,  embodiment

    Waking Up from Conditioning

    Good karma, something we all want to have. But how much of the collective unconscious is guiding our actions? How often do you get hurt or mad or offended by something someone says or does? And then how do you react? How much joy do you feel in your life every day … like true joy? And when you can’t find joy, no matter how hard you try, how do you react? Or how many things aggravate you for no real reason? How many active choices do you make each day vs. a ‘going through the motions?’ How much conditioning … how many reactions are present most of the time? These are questions I ask myself most days, questions I’ve asked for a very long time. Conditioning runs us and it’s hard to break free. Yet we can only BE free when we BREAK free. How? Lots of practices help. Yoga, meditation, nature, embodiment, chanting, neurofeedback … ‘paths are many; truth is one.’ Awareness always seems to be the first step, and it’s a practice too. I’ve been ‘waking up’ for a long time, and what I didn’t recognize before that I now fully embrace … it’s not about transcending my humanness, it’s about embracing…

  • being human,  embodiment

    Embodied Gratitude

    My entire frame of reference throughout the last two and a half years has been pain, confusion, deep sadness, heart wrenching grief, primal abandonment and so much more. I didn’t know who the hell I was or what I was doing for the longest time, but i am emerging, breaking through to the other side now. I am ‘me’ once again, but not really—I am better, more me; I have grown, changed. I have transformed. I wrote this anecdote/poem/thought in the midst of it all. While i was so so sad … I somehow maintained a gratitude practice—not as whole heartedly as usual, but a practice, nonetheless. I knew I had to look for the good, lest I be further dragged down by it all. Radical gratitude, embodied gratitude … practices that change you from the inside out. It’s easy when things are good, necessary when life is hard. I feel compelled to share this today, as I sincerely want to move past the phrase, ‘life has been hard throughout the last 2+ years.’ Its a frame of reference that’s starting to feel like a broken record. I made it. I’m here, stronger than ever, and willing/able to hold space for others currently going through…

  • being human,  embodiment

    The World Needs You

    The world doesn’t need you (or me) to be quiet. The world needs us to show up and speak up in our own unique ways—IN OUR OWN UNIQUE WAYS! We are all different. Its a blessing, and the world needs you, and me—all of us. Really inspired by the work & words of Will Pye these days. He writes about but here’s what he says of our uniqueness: “You are unique, never seen before, and never to be seen again. Allow that to sink in. You are, just like everyone else, a one-off creation. Thus, you play a role no one else can play in this human story. Each one of us plays multiple starring roles in this universal drama, paradoxically as magnificent as we are insignificant, perfect in our imperfection.”