I’m at the end of my rope. I can’t keep all the balls in the air? I am overwhelmed and under-satisfied. How do I keep the love turned on with my partner while managing children and a home based business and my creative passions? How do I find balance? Sort answer: You don’t. …
We don’t, not any of us, get to this point clean. We’re all dirty and ragged. Rough edges and sharp corners. Fault lines and demolition zones. We’ve got tear gas riot squads aiming straight for the protest lines of our weary souls. Landmines in our chests that we trip over …
‘Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.” Cheryl Strayed – Dear Sugar It’s true. Not …
buy a lavender plant. fall asleep with sprigs of it on your chest. breathe it deeply, all the way inside. back to the mat, no exceptions. fall asleep in savasana. cry in pigeon. laugh out loud in happy baby. mascara and groomed brows, always. red lipstick when you need it …
1. When you wake and feel the sadness flood you, take a moment to honor your broken heart. She is wise and powerful. She is never anything but exactly what is needed. She will break and break and break again, and still choose love. You know this. Do not pretend …
My Julianna Amelie Grace. Eight years. How is it possible? We’ve sure lived some life together since then. More changes than I ever could have imagined possible on the stormy night you were born. More joy. More sadness. More celebration. More heartache. More crazy, brilliant, goofy, silliness. Transition after transition …
“I am the mama of an energetic toddler and a new baby. Things are impossibly tight financially. I am in burnout territory. I feel like my feathers have already been singed by the fire. I need tips on coming through the smoke without getting burned. Can you help?” Our lives …
“There are dark days ahead.” Yes. The darkest. You will not be able to light enough candles to push away the encroaching of this night. The dark has its own heavy weight. There is a night sky obscured by impenetrable clouds. The stars are as impossible to imagine as if …
It was just a voice, on the phone in the other room. I sat straight up, heart pounding, whole body on alert. The burning in my gut started right away. It was fire. Consuming. Churning. Right in the white hot root of me. There was no information. No logic. Just …
Today I bring it all down on the side of love and I’ll tell you now, yes, you should fly across the country just for 48 hours in her arms spend your last dollar and borrow more to get there steal words from the past and ink them along your …
It is all going to crash down you know everything brick by brick glass shattered foundations crumbled there is no way to save this. there is no way to save this. the ending was written long before you ever heard the tentative starting notes no last ditch efforts no swan …
The seizures were threatening to kill him, her only son. There was no choice. When he was in the hospital – having his skull opened to remove the tumor and during the long recovery that followed- she wore her wonder woman panties every day. Until they were as frayed …
{this is for you. for all of the women who come to me, defining their worth by their actions at the weakest moments. the ones I have wronged and the ones i once believed had wronged me. for all of us, in the midst of creation and destruction, in our …
come here. come closer. feel my breath? good. do not look away right now you are mine right now i am lifting hair from neck running my finger gently there. across the line of clavicle. down curve of rib following concave of waist coming to rest on the hard of …
Life can be fucking hard. Month after slogging month. It’s relentless really. You are weary and worn down and exhausted. You wonder sometimes, will it ever ease up? And then it does. Just like that. The exact thing you had been longing for, wrapped with a bow and delivered to …
What do you want, lover? Tell me. What do you want? Right now. Don’t be shy. Don’t look away. I’m right here. I’m listening. There’s nothing else I need right now besides you. You, and the truth. So, tell me every last thing. What do you want? Do you want …
In the past year I have come to terms with my sexuality. I have faced the end of my marriage. I have had affairs. I have fallen into a love unlike any I have never known and I have had my heart broken. I am now raising my young daughter …
What are you waiting for? you know the words are right there ready to spill ready for truth telling ready for spell weaving ready to be told just sit down with an open journal and a smooth pen or the click – clack of typewriter keys and a pristine sheet …
Come on, lover. Let’s do this. Of course you don’t want to face it. Not now. Not ever, really. But let’s go there. It’s time. You want different than what you have. You don’t love him, not anymore. You’re not fit for this glass-walled corner office and the perpetually tepid …
Wisdom from yoga class. My entirely divine teacher Mary Bruce at Urban Yoga paraphrased Rumi in class a few weeks back. The perfect reminder to stay in tune with our own divinity. So go ahead, you exalted goddess, you. Shine on.
listen, you, with your beach glass heart you, with your moonshine teardrops this is a poem for the world and this is only a poem for you both of those things are true and neither, really but either way you, love are holy so, hold your capacity for melancholy and …
The mind says ‘mistake. regret. punishment’. The heart speaks ‘long. ache. grieve’ The body pulses ‘want. want. want’ Yoga answers ‘you are nothing but your breath. exhale’ The legs scream ‘go. run. escape’ The ceiling fan whispers ‘you are still here. be present’ The critic declares ‘not enough. do more’ …
Dig deep. Sit still. Root Down. Open. Accept. Surrender. Discover Grace. It is from this space that everything flows.
If you spin in certain online circles right now, you’ve heard plenty about B-School. If your particular orbit has not put you in the path of the bright star that is Marie Forleo, and her fantabulastic B-School program, hold tight for a minute. I’m gonna tell you all about it. …
