I have lived many lives
Some not my own
Most, my own making
When I look back on the lives I’ve lived,
People I’ve loved,
Places I’ve called home,
I struggle to find a clear path.
How did I get from there to here?
How did the pendulum swing so far in that direction?
And how many different directions can this pendulum go?
I recount all the reckonings
All the false starts
The unexpected halts
The sweetness of finally settling in
And then learning to let it all go
Remembering who I was before this
Or noticing who I am after that.
Still,
throughout, within, in spite, because, and beyond all of this
I am able to find a common thread, a pulsation.
I am struck by the stability
Of who I am
And who I’ve always wanted to become.
It’s all gear shifting
It’s all upleveling
It’s all love
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Are you noticing a shift?
These last 18 months have really pushed me to places of deep discomfort, sadness, and, ultimately: deep healing and release.
This pandemic - and the brutal confrontations that followed - placed me in a situation I never thought I would thrive in.
I learned to cultivate, slow down, and
Have been fiddling with my own dials.
There’s possibility here.
Naturally, my offerings and how I teach are changing.
I am learning to use my education, experience, advocacy, and intuition to not just lead yoga classes and workshops, but also facilitate dialogue, help our community unpack and heal trauma, awaken inherent potential, reprogram our nervous systems, and feel at home in our bodies and minds.
I am grateful to be able to share this side of myself with you.