Passion, Self-Awareness, & Language of Renewal
Big news! I am running a yoga retreat next year! Costa Rican Relief and Retreat March 30th to April 6th 2019 We will explore our connection to earth and to others and understand how to bring relief and retreat home with us. The pressure of our everyday lives makes us heavy. This one week yoga
Forgiveness Prayer From Angeles Arrien’s book The Nine Muses If I have harmed anyone in any way Either knowingly or unknowingly Through my own confusions I ask forgiveness. If anyone has harmed me in anyway Either knowingly or unknowingly Through their own confusions I forgive them. And if there is a situation I am not
It is said that diamonds are made under extreme pressure. Me = diamond. Last year, I decided I would give up my home, my community, my comfort zone, and trust that wherever I went and whatever came next was exactly what I needed. I am now in a place that feels very tight, I have had
I’m a massive fan of self-love. I cherish the idea of us all being wonderful to ourselves and investing the majority of our time and energy into our own selves and wellbeing. We’re all so brilliant in our individual ways and it seems a waste to forgo that chance of unadulterated self-love in favour of…
Cover art by Ginger Kelly I wanted to find a poem that spoke to the earthy sensory experience and of the feeling of Spring. For me, Spring is the smell of dirt and cut grass, of magnolias and lilacs. And I feel just like the plants, newly emerging and learning what it is to grow
An argument aginst basic notions of morality.
To forgive yourself and others is to embrace the ambiguity of empathy and compassion. Nothing is ever simple when it comes to what is good and what is evil, often it comes down to what side you are on and your perspective.
From Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet
“Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.
For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?
Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.”
I’m stuck in some kind of old pattern and I can see it, I can see the door to get out, but I seem to have misplaced the key. But, I think I want the key misplaced. I’m holding on to something I cannot name because I don’t know the part of me that is holding on.
Am I not ready? Or am I scared?
Am I truly avoiding Clarity, or am I keeping myself in the dark a little while longer? Maybe I don’t want to know the answer.
This morning I was struck by the realization that while the internet can be a volatile and scary place, there are some people who have discovered safe little corners where they can connect with others and feel safe enough to share their lives and their stories. I find sharing online tremendously difficult and often feel embarrassed by it,
