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?
It lives in your belly, did you know that? A City of Jewels. Why didn't anyone ever tell me before? I might have actually grown into a confident woman. Yellow, fiery, the center of each of us. The third chakra, the home of your will. Your power force. You. "Who are you" Diane asked? … Continue reading The City of Jewels
One of the most prominent people in my life is a 6'1, unnecessarily beefy man. He will ruthlessly speak like a Donald-Trump-loving conservative, especially in liberal groups. When he talks to me he almost always starts with a painful squeeze on my shoulder. He completed two tours in Iraq. His name is Scott and he's … Continue reading The Ties of Violence