A House Full of Women
Her name is Candace and she is pissed. Enraged, actually. She shares space with Wild-child Angela, Saintly Serena, and Mama. She doesn’t get much air time because the others have only disdain for her. But her presence marks nearly every moment. Candace has nothing but anger for the world and herself, directed at the men…
Fear, My Frenemy
This post is a part of the Summit Blog Tour, which leads up to the Soul*Full Summit hosted by Catherine Just. I’m thrilled to be a part of an event that empowers entrepreneurs, artists and creatives to take action toward their dreams while helping create more opportunities for people with Down syndrome. You can join…
Body of Mine
I was a chubby child, an anorexic teenager, fitness-obsessed in my 20s, and Mama in my 30s. The yoga body with which I entered my 40s quickly expanded to accommodate the grief which would be my predominant emotion for many years. Now, I’m carried around in a body struggling to get back to the vision…
Resisting Impulse
“There is perhaps no psychological skill more fundamental than resisting impulse. It is the root of all emotional self-control, since all emotions, by their very nature, led to one or another impulse to act.” Daniel Goleman Daniel Goleman, who wrote the groundbreaking book Emotional Intelligence, purports that it is some other psychological assessment, other…
From a Teacher’s Heart
“When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.” – Audre Lorde It can be so easy to believe that it all depends upon the purity of the vessel holding the information. That passing through our inevitably…
Secondhand Enlightenment
My best friend started losing his hair. During the two decades we’ve known each other, his hair has been a constant source of concern for him, but recently the process accelerated. In response, he lopped it all off. The odd thing is that I’ve also noticed a shift in his personality to accompany his new…
Art-n-Soul Retreat: Centering and Creativity
An artist and a yoga teacher walk into a bar… “Red wine for me”, says the artist, “and a martini for my friend here.” I’m tired, they both say with their eyes. “My life needs more color”, says the teacher. “What do you think of covering ourselves in body paint and ecstatic dancing on a…
I Am From…
Guest post by Sofi Ayling, age 10. I am from… I am from yoga mats From tea and herbs I am from the purple door Fuzzy PJs and organic food I am from daddy’s Japanese garden The dead chipmunk who I miss with all my heart I am kindness and wisdom From Ralphy…
Dance with the Divine
This piece was inspired by a recent trip to Alonissus, Greece, as well as a beautiful line by the famed poet Mary Oliver. So this is how you swim inward. So this is how you flow outwards. So this is how you pray. – Mary Oliver I have stripped off my dress, maneuvered across the…
Declaration
I found it recently – a picture of me, off in the distance, my wispy white blouse slightly lifted by the soft breeze, arms raised holding my brand new camera and attempting to capture the river, the trees, and the sunset beautifying our evenings. The woman in that photo looks like the real deal, I…