I have always loved sharing my thoughts. For most of my life I've been what some would call passionate, others maybe aggressive. In conversations I would vehemently stand for my opinions, steady in my thoughts, hands rapidly enunciating each point. I was small, but I was fierce. Now, I'm beginning to feel less fierce and … Continue reading The Overwhelming sense of Sharing
I'm 22 days late, but I want to share some life experiences with you all anyways. I've recently started a small project. I created an Instagram @yoga_explorations and I've started my own challenge on there. The real purpose for this was simple, I wanted something that held me accountable to this challenge I gave … Continue reading 30 Days of Ahimsa
Like fierce caterpillars my eyebrows crawl up my forehead where they lash out at the presence of ghosts, spirits, God, and angels. They produce exclamations of suspicion, even as I desperately try to open my mind. Sometimes I'm positive they're trying to keep my third eye closed for good. My mother loves Jesus. She'll inform … Continue reading From Scornful to Sacred
My practicum continues. Plugging away each week, bringing yoga to a couple of girls living in a residential home. They're crass, rebellious, and ruthlessly trying - but I honestly love them. That's the other reason I quit my job there two years ago. If you want to know about the first reason, I wrote about … Continue reading Yoga with Traumatized Teenage Girls part 2
For a moment the staff walked out of the room, which is not supposed to happen. Instantly one of the girls, we'll call her Kayla for HIPAA reasons, begins to threaten the other girl, who we'll call Candice. Both girls are slightly overweight, loud as all hell, and have the most unexpected social reactions. Candice … Continue reading Yoga with Traumatized Teenage Girls
I haven't been posting here lately, but the yoga has not stopped. My class is coming to a close. At the end of June I will officially be a Yoga Teacher. Which is strange, because that wasn't something I ever saw myself doing. Yoga has always been a home practice for me, just a safe … Continue reading The Work
I stared at the elderly, and seemingly more prepared group sitting around the circle. The Native American artifacts bored at me from the walls. I glanced at one of my companions, his brightly decorated leggings. I looked back into the face of our host. Clearly I did not belong there. Still, we progressed onward. Walking … Continue reading A Drum Circle Journey: where the hell am I?