keep your hands to yourself. | a very angry, fed up poem

To preface, I’d like to state that only some of these are my personal experiences, and that inspiration was drawn from not just my life, but the lives of women around me that I love and admire. Also, I acknowledge that many are my own opinion, and not everyone will agree. That’s fine (but keep…

yoga is not a religion.

Let me repeat that: yoga is NOT a religion. Nor does it belong to any one religion. In fact, it’s merely a philosophy developed independently of religion but adopted by religions to enhance worship experiences of the individuals practicing. In Luke 10, Jesus says the greatest commandment is to “‘Love the Lord your God with…

forgiving (the verb, not the adjective) God.

One of our Holy Yoga leaders dropped a bomb of truth on us at retreat that was less like my mind was blown, and more like a pebble was dropped into the water, and it just continued – continues – to ripple and effect so many of my thoughts about and prayers to God. She…

sad and sweet release.

At one point during our immersion training last week, time was set apart for us to sit before our leader as she washed our hands in water and oil as a symbol of our cleansing in release of something that no longer served us. As we sat together, going one by one, and I searched…

and you meet me, Father.

In my home, I am so blessed to have a designated space for yoga. This is my quiet, sacred space, and I am ever so grateful for it. One of my favorite features to this room is the chalk wall. A few months ago, my husband painted the only remaining blank wall in my room…

the rock higher than I.

I’m en route to retreat to finish my Holy Yoga training, guys. I am and have been consumed with excitement and nervousness and all the feels that go along with those. But I find myself operating from a well of peace within my heart, and I can only believe that it is because He has…