"You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles." C. Joybell C. I read this quote recently, I admit: rather than the authors voice or perspective, I heard the heart… Continue reading heavy burdens.
In about 15 minutes, my littlest baby will take off on his first plane ride for a week long trip with his dad to visit family out-of-state. I feel like most moms would have a hard time with being separated from their babies for 7 whole days regardless, but there's another layer to me that… Continue reading I’m scared. | a piece I wrote in March 2017 but didn’t post until now.
I took this photo a few months ago when I officially registered for Holy Yoga teacher training and could hardly believe it was real. I’ve been following the work of Holy Yoga Ministries for about 5 years, give or take, and have been hoping for this opportunity the whole time. There aren't many instructors within… Continue reading sam j, future R-HYI.
I brought this big fella out of storage and into the nook where I do yoga a little bit ago. It's a shitty mat job (I did it myself years ago without the proper equipment - it's sad) but I love him. I called him 'the bone daddy' after Jack Skellington form The Nightmare Before… Continue reading beautiful things.
I'm reading a book right now called Nothing To Prove by Jennie Allen and it's great. I'm sure I'll write about so much coming out of my heart because of this book in the near future. But right now, I've got to be real about something. Because Jennie talks a little bit about this in… Continue reading I’m good! It’s okay! I’m fine!
I stopped my cousin mid-sentence yesterday because she said something that totally took me back. She was telling me about her plans for next week, and she said she'd be doing something on the first of September. And that the first of September is next Friday. I interrupted her to ask "how are we already… Continue reading life is short, but you can’t rush healing.
Sweet and scared, You see me. You recognize me. I don't intimidate you with my needs. You don't turn away from my pain. You embrace me. You look at me and you see me. You see all of me. And because you do, it's not just imperfections you see. You bring out my beauty. Your… Continue reading you see me. | a poem.