Growth

  • Exploring Personal Growth Through My Yoga Practice

    It’s been a season of stretching. Not stretching in the physical sense, although yoga brings me that opportunity, often. I mean, emotionally and spiritually. I’m softening and maybe accepting myself a little more. It feels really nice to say that.… Continue reading

  • Breaking Free from Old Beliefs.

    I’ve cried a lot, lately. I can’t believe there was a time where I was afraid to cry. Ashamed to cry. All because of a misguided notion that crying, somehow, makes a person weak. Not so, at all, I now… Continue reading

  • Integrity

    There’s a fire that is born when you betray your integrity. It begins with guilt and continues on to confusion. Usually it ends in regret. But what also comes is a fire that burns in your soul. An anger, a… Continue reading

  • Someone, Somewhere

    Beneath the surface, gripped by the ripples of life gone by. It is a sad softness, and there are cold lashes of fear, set into the marrow of my bones. Take this tender heart, I whisper. To someone. Somewhere. Continue reading

  • Scars

    The scars of life run so very deep. It’s hard to remember them, hard to sit with that pain. The moments of quiet are beautiful, though, and moments of love revisited are to be cherished. How beautiful true love feels… Continue reading

  • Healing Pieces

    They were tears like rain. The sort of rain that brings your soul to life as you feel it hard and cold on your skin. Refreshing. Beautiful and nourishing, were those plentiful tears of mine. I was meditating. It was… Continue reading

  • Love Kept Her

    And with a smile, she held life gone by. And love kept her. Love kept her, home. Home, at last. Continue reading

  • Withering

    A rose. Think of it. How like a rose we are. Beginning as seed, gently, a bud. How we open, slowly, never seeing our petals born; never guessing when, at last, the last will fall. And when we wither, wrinkle… Continue reading

  • Shamed

    Mistakes are our greatest gifts, and yet, we are buried in shame. Do not make a mistake. Do not ever be bad. We are shamed. We are shamed. We are human. Not one of us is perfect, not one. I… Continue reading

  • The Rose

    Even the most darling rose is a work in progress. Be the rose. How beautiful that she will show you the way to freedom. Continue reading