When I heard this statement, this mantra, while doing pigeon pose during a beautiful yoga practice with Chelsey Korus, I teared up and then really, truly relaxed. For me, pigeon pose is tricky because my hips do NOT want to open (thank you, Catholic upbringing?), but if I can just let go, it feels so… Read More It was never mine to carry.
I keep hearing a theory lately that I really like, so I think I’ll write about it. I’m not sourcing myself here, because I’ve seen various versions of this, and I’m only sharing my interpretation. Basically, the premise is this: All the pain you endure in life; the losses, the regrets, the battles fought and… Read More You are LITERALLY the center of the universe.
Never fear, this isn’t an article about how Hurricane Irma brought out the best and the worst in humanity, or a “hindsight is 20-20” list of what to do and what not to do to prepare for a storm. I mean, I could write all that if you’re dying to read about it, but a… Read More Revelations from Irma**
I’m feeling pretty hardcore when it comes to self care lately. Ye ol’ anxiety has reared its ugly head extra ugly recently – if I’m honest, August was the WORST – so I’m all in. Loving myself and getting zen like a BOSS. Because I’m so over this nonsense. I hesitated to write this post… Read More Baby I’m Worth It.
I’ve mentioned in the past that I’m a big rule follower. I’m comfortable with a black and white version of what is right and wrong, allowed and not allowed, good and bad. Since the world is not black and white; but rather shades of gray… and purple and magenta and enough other flashing bright colors… Read More All the Rules and All the Guilt
I’m flailing a little bit lately in the blog department. Working on getting a little more streamlined and consistent. In the meantime, I think it’s time for a list. A list of my favorite things. Yoga Shocker, right? Bear with me. I love the practice of yoga, but there’s more to it than that. It’s… Read More These are a few of my favorite things.
I don’t know about you, but lately I am pissed. And crabby. And disillusioned. Kind of terrified. Pretty disgusted. Totally over it. Lots of negativity coming from a blog that professes to be “a journal of light and love,” eh? Let’s hash it out. I hate the bad things that are happening in the world.… Read More I love you. No matter what.
My dad is the smartest person I know. He taught me to ride a bike, to play chess (we played until I beat him and then…we stopped), to love chocolate and a good debate, and of course, to run. Some of the best parts of me come from him, and even after 36 years, I… Read More The Starfish Runner: A special guest post by Dad.
When we’re kids, we are constantly asked what we want to “be” when we grow up. Of course, the question is meant to ask how we want to toil for money once we are mature adults contributing to society and paying bills, but that would be overwhelming to a child, right? Asking them to define… Read More Defining success by happiness, kindness, and having a dog.
Ever feel like you have things completely figured out? You are ROCKING this life thing like a boss? Nah, me neither. I don’t know a damn thing. I question every decision I make, and blame myself HARD for every struggle. Do you know that for awhile, I was convinced I had an incurable illness, and… Read More On anger, guilt, fear, and shame. But most of all, faith.