white woman yoga retreat

I open my email to a newsletter … Another White Woman Yoga Retreat … This one Shamanic … Seemingly appropriating not only one, but several indigenous cultures. I sigh. I feel a mix of emotions. Perhaps it’s because I know this particular White Woman in question and it is not so easy to pile her…

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displacement

displacement noun /dɪˈspleɪs.mənt/ the situation in which people are forced to leave the place where they normally live What does it mean to belong? This is an important question to unravel and continue to unravel. In fact, the continuum of the unraveling of belonging I believe is one of the core underlying drivers and motivators…

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starting over again at any point in your life

I suppose the best way to start this post is life anything we start in life in the wake of so much we are still processing …   Ironically, I’ve always found the best advice to anchor to is often in contradiction to what everyone else’s opinion or advice might be. How do we start when we’re…

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the story of my little white house

There’s something I feel I need to confess.   I’m not sure if confess is the right word – it certainly wasn’t a sin or wrongdoing. Perhaps what I’m looking for is to be witnessed, even if no one actually reads this post, there is something concrete and ritualistic about publishing words in the digital…

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an unexpected realization

In my previous post I shared my experience of how a flash of frustration and anger revealed threads of underlying grief in a spontaneous keening that sprang fourth from my body (you can read that whole post HERE).   What I didn’t realize at the time of practice or reflection or writing that post just…

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keening

What is the sound of grief? How does it move?   Today I sat with a familiar feeling – perhaps you can relate (I imagine any human can) – the feeling of frustration.   My frustration came from a recent phenomena. Lately in my spiritual practice I have been receiving silence – or no answer…

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letters to my mom part 2

Dear mom,   You once told me that I’m your best friend and I’ve always resented that. You see, I don’t want to be your friend. Don’t want to be the person you call when you are upset or anxious.   I never agreed to that.   What I want is to be your daughter….

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I think I finally made it

Success   I think I finally “made it”.   No, I haven’t hit 100k in my business (truth be hold I haven’t even hit 5 figures, let alone 6!). No, I haven’t sold out my programs. Nope, haven’t found my soulmate, or bought my dream house (I’m actually in the process of a very difficult…

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choice point

I had a realization today. It’s one of those realizations that is cumulative, you know? Like you could feel it for years. Like you thought you knew it. Like you thought you were over it – or at least that your reckoning with it was done. Complete. And now I sit with it and realize…

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just let it go

just let it go … this is one of my most triggering things to hear.   I absolutely hate it when someone tells me to let something go.   Contemplating just what exactly is it about this particular phrase that just gets under my skin. I checked in with my body. And I landed on something juicy….

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