05 November, 2015
The last few years have been a whirlwind of searching. Searching for time I could not find. Searching for answers to questions I didn't even know how to ask. Searching for passion that had grown dormant and stale.
What could I do?
What do I love?
What am I good at?
How can I make money?
How can I find a way to keep my passions alive that grew in me far before having children or a husband?
How can I tend to those souls that matter more than anything to me now?
How can I do both?
Truth is, I don't know. I have no answers. Only inspiration.
Inspiration to do what I can do right now.
And once again, it is to write. The words in my head and the melody in my heart, they are alive and vibrant and raging from within. I don't have any clear answers, but I do have this. This writing, it takes nothing more than everything that I have. And that's enough.
So I will begin, something.
Something that could turn to ash.
Or something that could grow into something powerful beyond my imagination.
I hear your call, and I accept. Only inspiration.
25 February, 2013
What brought me to look through these posts tonight? It was the full and familiar feeling of my chest expanding to encompass my swelling heart.
My heart is opening.
Through asana practice, by this breath, from every single moment of every single day, by leading my son into the world, and from falling into the deepest, most vulnerable and fragile love I never imagined, with this man, this partner, who has agreed to run wildly through this life with me.
Two years ago I was sharing the adventures of a girl with an open road, living in Paris, who had vision that extended only a month or two ahead. She was free and wide-eyed and open to allowing life to go in whatever direction it would.
Now, this full moon, I begin to share the new adventures. Everything in my life has found its way to come together and is manifesting in vision that runs deeper than me. All the places I've been and the people I've let in have brought me to this place, this moment of perfection, this Divine existence.
Yoga, it is both the subject and the definition. It is illuminating every aspect of my Self as I move deeper into the practice every day.
I am both in love and in hate with it.
I desire it and I detest it.
I don't want to step onto my mat and I can't leave it.
I am afraid to teach, I am really the student.
I find peace with it and I also obsess over it.
I know it is, but I fear.
I am imperfect.
I am perfect.
Ultimately, I stay on the path. I choose Yoga, I move into freedom, I liberate my Self from my ego, I allow God to use this practice to open me, to remove the blocks, to shed the Light, to be Love.
Stay real, do what you do.
03 October, 2011
“All blame is a waste of time. No matter how much fault you find with another, and regardless of how much you blame him, it will not change you. The only thing blame does is to keep the focus off you when you are looking for external reasons to explain your unhappiness or frustration. You may succeed in making another feel guilty about something by blaming him, but you won’t succeed in changing whatever it is about you that is making you unhappy.”- Wayne Dyer