Radical Honesty: I am a recovering wannabe “Yogalebrity”
It’s true. In the beginning of my yoga teaching career I dreamed about being one of those yoga teachers who graced the cover of magazines, taught packed and sold out classes at Wanderlust and wrote book after book on how to be amazing.
I simultaneously hate admitting it and love getting that off my chest.
I hate it because it makes me reflect on my own narcissistic tendencies that once drove me to harm my body through practices that would have me looking the part, ie bulimia and intense yoga practices. This…
A year ago yesterday, we were playing on an incredibly busy playground in Manhattan. I picked my daughter up from pre-k on a beautiful sunny day and along with all of our friends, parents and classmates alike, spent the most glorious afternoon at the brand new playground that we had eagerly been anticipating opening up. A year ago today, we packed our bags and headed for my Mom’s house thinking we would be there for two weeks while New York City rode out this mysterious virus that people were talking about. We never stepped foot on that playground again. Or…
Words are my superpower. Writing down my thoughts are where I get the most clear and inspired. It’s how I best share my message with the world and my most effective tool for self-expression. Words are where my wisdom lives.
The last two days I have been walking around desperately trying to find the words so that I may bring some semblance of understanding and peace to myself and to others. But every time I have gone to write or speak, I only find a heaviness that is weighted down by grief and sadness of a different kind. I can…
I was brought up Catholic, went to church every Sunday, taught Sunday school and got my start singing in the choir. When I was in high school, I went to a parent led youth group night.
I don’t remember the full specifics of the night, other than each parent was going to lead a discussion on a specific topic. We broke off into smaller groups and would go from room to room participating in each activity or discussion. I do remember that the topics of each discussion were what a much more shy person would call “delicate”. I only remember…
He says:don’t eat the fruit,
Death will surely come upon us.
Stay, stay exactly as we are in this perfect eden,
There is no need to look outside of this.
Come play, be free, naked and blissful in our ignorance.
But deep inside a curiosity stirs.
The sweetness of the awakened fruit is far too desirable.
Inside there is a voice, a longing, saying you are so much more than this.
So much more than a simple playmate.
This childhood of man is not where I wish to stay.
I reach up and pluck the stem from the tree.
I know that half of us are celebrating and half of us are angry and hurting. In full disclosure, I am in the camp that is celebrating. For the first time in a very long time, I am proud of what our country has chosen.
But while it would be very easy to sit in the gloat of what feels like winning, I do not believe that we have won anything. I believe that we chose to want more empathy in our existence and our society. I believe that we stood up against what we saw was the deterioration of…
You are not wrong when you forget to love yourself, to take care of yourself.
It’s very likely that you simply haven’t been taught how to nurture the seeds of softness within. None of us have.
We have all been feeling it for quite some time; the disconnection from one another because we have become so disconnected from ourselves.
But it’s not too late to learn. It’s not too late to connect the value of our own hearts and feeling to what matters. It’s not too late to grow inside ourselves so that we may see how we resonate beyond…
The body aches and longs for someone to notice it. To praise its shape.
The mind silently screams about all the times you did this or that and no one said a thing, not a word. Look what I did for you! Why can’t you see that?
Thoughts are consumed with the fear that if you go a day without showing yourself or your life as perfect, you will fall into the void of people’s minds never to be thought of again. Written off. Irrelevant. Small. Nothing.
This is the hustle to be seen.
We capture our lives in tiny…
Ever since I had my daughter, I have refused to go back on birth control. We are in no way planning on having another child at this point. I simply wanted to get to know my natural cycle and body rhythm. So every single month I track my ovulation, my menstruation and everything in between. And every month, my energy and moods flow just as naturally as the blood that flows at the beginning of each cycle.
For example, between the last days of my period right up until I ovulate is like an upward rise in momentum. Energy builds…