Burn Out Is Radical

The telltale signs of burn-out are: 1. You can’t do more than one thing at a time. If you try to do more than one thing at a time you start to freak out and get anxiety. 2. You are excited as hell to crawl into bed at night and it hurts to wake up to an alarm. 3. If …

Be careful what you ask for…

One Saturday afternoon holding onto the end of my very frayed rope I finally just sat down and I asked. “Dear Lord almighty in heaven puhhhhllleasee just tell me where to step next. I neeeeeed a sign.”

And this is what I saw…

Yogi’s are the most disconnected and self-serving people I know.

…and I can say this because I am one. Not just a yogi, but also a yoga teacher with two certificates under my belt. You can call me the average Jane of Yoga, you can call me very generally entrenched in the community. I teach workshops, I fly to far away places to study with the teachers that inspire me. …

Re-Awakening

What I have read about the awakening state (a state that is nearing enlightenment) is positive. Words I have heard used to describe this state are bliss, oneness, interconnectedness, deep inner knowing. I’m not sure what horseshoe got up any of these lightheads ass because I did not feel any of these feelings- not once. How do I know I …

I got me a hate on

I feel the burning hate course through my head. My face is flushed. My skull is tight. I can literally feel my reptilian lobe pulsing and contracting shooting poison acid throughout my nervous system. I could go into detail over who wronged me. Who the stupid fuck is that is trying to ruin my life, what they did, and how …

surprise! It’s all okay.

Sometimes after all the shit rolls down the hill and I think it’s all too much to bear and I have finally ruined everything for good-I remember to try to breathe or I crawl into a ball and close my eyes. All that is left inside me is goodness and light and I cannot deny the kindness of the universe. …

surprise! It's all okay.

Sometimes after all the shit rolls down the hill and I think it’s all too much to bear and I have finally ruined everything for good-I remember to try to breathe or I crawl into a ball and close my eyes. All that is left inside me is goodness and light and I cannot deny the kindness of the universe. …

The hardest yoga of my life…

…was when I went home recently for a visit to my mama’s house. I grew up in a small farming town. Very hick. At a very young age I felt better than everyone else in my community. I remember being in the town parade and waving from the back of a flat-bed truck covered in hay with scarecrows sitting beside …