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    Writing for Peace; Writing for Posterity

    I have been proving my existence through the written word for as long as I can remember—keeping diaries, journals, common place books, writing lists, poems, letters and more. It’s a deep need and desire within me and yet I cannot fully express the why of it, except that it brings me peace. But there is more to it than that. I wish I was one of those people who just lived and didn’t question my why’s, but if that was the case, I wouldn’t be me. And damn it, I love me now, finally, so I will learn to love that this is the way God made me. I really questioned my why of writing after my mom’s passing. It grew to an ever deeper need in the weeks, months and years following her earthly exit as I realized I had no words of hers to ponder. It saddened me and made me think of the legacy I’m leaving for my loved ones. The writing in those days were also therapeutic and helped me sort out the jumbled mess of my mind. I revealed and healed deep wounds, childhood and ancestral trauma and many misbeliefs that were lodged in my brain. Slowly I became a…

  • being human,  embodiment,  studio sage,  writing

    New Moon Intentions

    I have set new moon intentions every month for many years now, but they look much different these days: there are fewer and they are smaller, more embodied, life-giving intentions instead of goals. Here are my intentions for the month ahead as we enter winter solstice: THEME: Do Small Things with Great Love. INTENTIONS: Everyday presence. Fully connecting with my life. Embodying it. Movement. Outside. A grounded sense of calm. Non-profit research and knowledge for The Studio Sage. Yay! (This is my one big goal for the month.) Daily spiritual reading. Respect the season: daily quietude, lots of sleep, less screen time, more reading, slow yoga, conscious breath, staying home and cooking more. What about you? Do you set monthly new moon intentions? Happy Season of Yin, y’all. Time to go within. Be still. I’m here for it!

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    Undefined

    I am undefinable. And so are you. What I am thinking about today is who I am, who I’ve been and who I’m becoming. I’ve had a lot of “flashbacks” lately — no, not the drug tripping flashbacks you might think of if you grew up in the sixties, seventies and eighties. I am simply having memory flashbacks of my younger years. I’m pretty sure it’s normal as we go through life. We look back, reminisce, obsess over mistakes and eventually integrate it all into our totality. So undefined? The change that inevitably happens in life. I’ve put myself into boxes and categories for years and I’ve moved out of many of those boxes in the last few years. Lots of things changed when my mom passed and our only child moved out of the home. I reevaluated what was important. I made changes based on those evaluations and I continue to do so as time moves along. I think a lot of people are afraid to make change. I think some people expect themselves and others to stay the same, but that is not for me. I like change. I thrive on growth and I accept new ideas, endeavors and challenges with open arms.…

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    Commonplace Journal Inspiration

    As I was organizing files today, I came across a little info book I put together last year around this time. I read through it and decided I’d share it with you. As a longtime commonplace book keeper, here I provide a number of ideas for keeping your own. Download the guide here. Enjoy! Do you keep a commonplace book? If so, please tell me in the comments, and tell me what you keep in yours!

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    Sacredness in the Mundane

    there is asacrednessin the mundane,in every daylife. we only have tos l o w d o w n . . . to see itfeel ittaste itbreathe itBE it. . . . I really believe this is my life’s calling. It’s a simple life calling, and a difficult out-of-reach one at the same time. My life’s calling is to slow down, to overcome the rush and anxiety that has pervaded me for the entirety of my years on earth, and to put words to the frustration and subsequent peace this calling elicits. Life is paradoxical … and simple and hard and beautiful and heart-wrenching and confusing and joyful. Ahh, this being human truly is a guest house, as Rumi wrote hundreds of years ago. We simply cannot know who or what to expect from one day to the next. I am most at peace and can exude that same peace to others when I am home, when it is quiet, in nature and/or when I am writing regularly (because if I don’t my mind is like a championship ping pong match). During these times I see the simple beauty that is everywhere. When my mind is quiet, I can feel the peace inside of me, a peace…

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    Feel More. Think Less.

    “Feel more. Think less.” Sound advice in almost all situations, and if I’m honest, not my first tendency. It’s auspicious, however, that nearly everything I’ve endeavored in my spiritual life also points to this truth. It’s also interesting how when you see something, you can’t unsee it. Words (the product of thinking) fail the full experience of life. Words are a means to an end. We use words to explain how we feel, to get what we want because of how we feel, and to point to the reality we are making of the world. Words, however, are not reality itself. Words are dualistic in nature. They come from the mind and the mind is better at comparing and contrasting than thinking deeply about wide open concepts that cannot be defined. It takes time to create the capacity to hold many things as true at once. Certainly I’m no expert but the older I get, the more I see many truths now aligned that I used to hold in direct opposition of each other. Truth is not known from the level of the mind. It is felt at the level of the body. . . . All that said, I am a words girl. I…

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    Learning to Love the Paradox

    Please be gentle with me. I am writing my memoir, one of them at least. I may never publish it but that’s not the point anyway. I’m doing it for me. I wrote for a few hours yesterday. It was painful. I could feel rage rising as I finished. I knew I needed to take a break; I knew I needed to attend to my self care. And so I did. I feel like I am pulling myself down into a hole, unwinding the past. I wonder why I’m doing it. I could stop, but I see that it is necessary for the next big phase I’m moving into. I don’t have to forge ahead without thinking of my self care needs, but I do need to keep going. I am trusting the process. I cannot tell you how many times in life I have felt so fucked up. I feel pretty fucked up right now, having written, and seeing my past so clearly. But I also know that’s a story I tell myself, the story of my past, the story that I can, will and am breaking free from. That’s why I’m writing after all. I see that there have been many steps forward…

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    Life Changes; It’s Good To Write About It

    “I was raised Catholic. Not really. Well, yeah, sort of. I, like you, am a walking oxymoron. Life is not black and white and each of us have unique contradicting life experiences that seem to make sense as we grow older.” . . . These words came me as I was hiking yesterday. My mind thinks in words, and lots of things became clear on this hike. Hiking and writing are the two practices that tend to do that – connect the dots in ways that weren’t connected before. I was contemplating my memoir, a memoir that’s not yet written and is waiting to be formed in my mind, and eventually on the page. I’m dragging my feet. I’m afraid. I’m afraid that others will think I think too highly of myself. I’m afraid to show that much of me. I’m afraid of failure. I’m afraid of being brutally honest, both with myself and subsequently with others once it is in black and white. At the same time, I have a need to write, to express myself, to tell of my human foibles and triumphs. Writing is who I am. I have led an interesting life in my 51 years. There are lots of stories…

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    Truth Resonates in the Body

    I am being called to something new, to opening up to inner states that are beyond me yet are also already deep inside. The mystics are pointing the way into the great unknown, and yet there is familiarity here too. It is hard to describe at the level of words. I simply listen and know truth when I feel it. “The body never lies. The mind often does.” As a yogi and yoga teacher, I learned this truth firsthand and have said it multiple times to students over the years. With every fiber of my being, I know it is truth. I believe it is the truth that led me to embodiment studies and practice several years ago, as well as other disciplines I couldn’t have ‘thunk up’ on my own. Life is funny that way. We are somehow led to where we need to go. Let’s start with the term ’embodiment’ because it is elusive at best. While it starts with studying, visualization and somatization, it becomes a recognized felt sense in the body. Ultimately this sense leads to fully living through the body’s direct experience without the filter of the mind … but it takes work and practice. And as I write this,…