Marnie

My mom’s best friend died today. I was amazed that life carried on. I saw her in my head when I closed my eyes and I heard her voice speaking to me. Do it Emmy! Have more fun! I think she might have fist pumped once. I felt bad that I didn’t feel very bad. Actually, I was overjoyed. Another …

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 …

Home hurts so good

I am the kinda girl who always wanted to leave home. My father lived a plane ride away so every month I would fly UM to Victoria to see him. All the stewardesses knew my name, saved me extra peanuts and let me sit behind the counter and rip tickets. When I would get bored I would roll around in …

Raise the Vibration

I had a BBQ last night and there were a few real weirdo’s there. I was talking to one of them and I kept thinking “I can’t wait to tell Christie was a douchebag this lame-o is, what a freaky dumbo, oooo, this is gonna be a hoot”. I listen harder than normal so I can re-inact the scene this …

Trying my best

I am visiting the in-laws right now for the first time. And no matter how much I am in my body or 33 years old, or a successful working professional, or meditating regularly – I care, I deeply care about what they think of me. Thus, the time is spent, highly aware or my words, my tone, my jokes, if …

The beginning and end of Walt Whitman

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you… …All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Dear Yoga teacher, you are not my friend.

I went to a new yoga teacher today. I had been hearing about how popular her classes were for a long time. Eventually I went and her class was solid, she was a really good teacher, I couldn’t help but like her and I could see why she was so popular but there was just this one little thing. She …

Dear Yoga…Are you there?

I hate yoga. I try to do it every day. I do it so that I don’t kill myself or my friend, or my mother, or the shitty downstairs neighbor. I very rarely find exquisite inner peace (I should say I have never found it). It has made me calmer, it helps me not to feel so fat. It gives …