I’m in the process of opening doors I previously thought locked shut.
The ones labeled : dancer, artist, singer, athlete.
I’m reclaiming bits that lay behind these rooms so vast, yet easy to comprehend in this light.
I just began taking a dance class again.
I’m making art in how I arrange our home.
I’m learning how to play and chant with a harmonium.
I’m moving my body rigorously, rhythmically, + strongly.
When I let go of the form of having to be the best in any or all of these, I gave myself permission to stay and not walk away, to open the door a little wider, no longer consumed with comparison, but instead interested in expansion.
I realize the importance of having these facets of me engaged and paid attention to. I’m honoring my expression, and continuously reclaiming who I came here to be.
Just noticing, and knowing how it looks now will all shift and change again, but excited by the prospect of all of it.Post a comment
I want to gather a group of women to come together to recharge, reset, and elevate each other, and so I am offering this :
I want to connect to a group of likeminded women, with hearts of gold, that dares to believe it doesn’t have to be painstakingly hard to be worth it. There can be a new story we choose to believe.
One of abundance and ease. One that feels good. One that restores.
In the series there will be time to:
- Move your body in a gentle, yet powerful way through a carefully curated vinyasa series.
- Sing, chant, connect to a mantra you can plug into throughout your day because sound heals.
- Practice potent Kundalini Yoga exercises which emphasize the breath and rhythm to swiftly shift the energy. (I practice these in the middle of the day, in jeans, sometimes right in the middle of the kitchen – incredibly effective.)
- Share tools that are accessible in an instant for you to recharge while you are in the midst of changing diapers, feeding your family, and doing laundry.
It is a class with our little ones : so we do the best we can.
It’s not quiet, our attention will be fragmented, but we will be spending time filling our cup so we can continue to fill our child’s. In the process of moving through class we expand our capacity to heal, to connect, to witness it all, as it moves so fast + slow seemingly simultaneously.
There will be space for 6 mamas. I hope to see you there.
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I witness your fullness.
I see your indescribable beauty, and you help to illuminate mine.
Help me widen my capacity to receive, by deepening my roots into my worth.
Help me to practice receiving daily :
compliments : graciously
support : gratefully
space : rightfully
creativity : certainly
Help me to honor this continuous dance with spirit. Help me to treasure the times I feel close, as well as the times I feel far – because this too is valuable information.
Continuously show me, remind me, how many treasures already exist in my life.
Blur my judgement between good + bad, and instead let my gaze be soft, receptive + wide to witness the miracles that reside inside.Post a comment
Sometimes, it feels like motherhood is swallowing me whole.
Sometimes, I let it : but most of the time I resist with all my might. Holding on tight to who I was, not wanting to loose aspects of me.
Sometimes, I let motherhood digest me – leaving a version of me that is more complex in depth.
Sometimes, I don’t recognize myself all chewed up in unrecognizable bits.
Sometimes, I do my best to trust the process a little more.
Sometimes, I feel myself being put back together – refined.
Sometimes, I recognize the beauty, celebrate this life, and continuously find ways back to my heart.
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I don’t know about you, but this has been the most daunting job of my life.
Please take comfort in the fact that no one knows what they are doing – even though it may appear otherwise.
I spent the first year and change of motherhood convinced everyone else had it sorted out, while I struggled to do anything right. I doubted nearly all the choices I made, and thought everyone was doing a better job than I. Like it was a contest.
And now, just a mere three years in I still catch myself in that same pattern. I look to others for the answer : on sleep schedules, feeding options, toy / book recommendations, potty training tactics, on and on it can go. And it is valuable to gather ideas + suggestions – but deep down all I need is within.
In this incredible task of nurturing and nourishing life outside of us, we must remember to do the same for the life within us, so we can hear our deep wisdom within. This has been a huge learning curve for me, but when I’m connected to myself I trust myself more. So I do my best to claim and honor little pockets of time for me.
In those moments I realize I’m doing the best job I could possibly do, as I know that’s just how you are doing too.
P.S. If you are in the Lancaster, PA area I’d love to have you for this 4 week yoga series I am hosting. It will be a container to connect : to yourself, your babe, and a community of honest women going through it all alongside you.
There are a few more spots available, message me : Leahannefox@gmail.com if you’d like to gather with us.
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I wish to move forward elevated + restored. Heart brimming with compassion : for myself + for this world.
I wish for my steps to be intentional, clear, and light. My arms to be open and ready to hold my little ones tight. My words courageous, true, and clear.
I am ready to tend to myself lovingly : honoring the cracks that truly do let the light in.
I forgive myself for all the times where I underwhelmed myself, and then I forgive some more.
I wish to continuously fill the well of gratitude, so my reserves are never dry.
I wish to witness the moon, the trees, the clouds, and the sun all surround me + may I absorb their elegance + steadiness.
I wish for these days ahead to bring me closer to the truth.
And I wish for you : all that you wish for yourself + peace.Post a comment
I think the timing of the super moon in relationship to all that is happening on earth is quite poetic. The moon hasn’t been this bright / close to the earth for the past 40 years. And it won’t be again, for another 20 or so.
I see it as an invitation :
For your light.
I’m witnessing, and feeling all of this intensity, a heavy separation, an ever present mourning, grieving, of what was and the uncertainty of what is to come.
And I’m also experiencing an opportunity to wake up, ever so slightly more. To keep my heart open, when my first instict is to close and judge.
It’s time for a divine awakening.
Like everything has been leading to this moment in time, to this space where it is truly time to lead from love, and notice when fear is wanting to take over.
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I have many ideas.
Most of them stay within the confounds of my journals. Luckily, one was brought to life by my wildly creative + talented friend, Esta Tonkin. This idea that existed only as thought, I can now hold in my hands – and I want every mother (especially a mother of young kids) to have one.
A BEAUTIFULLY handmade purse, filled with a mini notebook, pen, and affirmation cards to act as a touchstone for you as you go about mothering. It’s a place where you can gather and collect things that make you feel good, and return to them as often as you wish. So that you can feel like you.
It’s a place to go to when you have an unexpected break, when there is peace, before bed, first thing in the morning. Put a poem you love, a few chocolates, a crystal or two, and make sure to always have it on hand : in the diaper bag, in the car, in the kitchen, let it travel with you, and grow alongside you.
A perfect gift for any mother. Because you know, sometimes we need to be relentlessly coaxed to take a break, to have a moment to ourselves. Now we will have a visual reminder to draw us back to ourselves, all while fueling, feeding, and growing alongside our family.
Thank you Esta, for using your magic to bring this to life. I’m thrilled for any mother who will get to have one of these in their hands.
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I release you.
I expect nothing from you.
I will commit to witnessing my heart. Practicing gratitude whenever I am fortunate enough to remember.
I let go of needing to muscle through, with clenched hands. Instead, I move with generosity, fluidity, and grace. Knowing that everything will get done when it truly needs to.
I am divinely guided. I loosen my grip.
I smile kindly when I catch myself tighten. I make myself a cup of tea and sit with me, my fear, anxiety, shame, and whatever else feels like it needs to surface.
As I sit and I see this part of me, and remind it : you don’t need to work quite so hard. Space is good and quiet is truth telling.Post a comment
I forgive you for all the times you forget.
For all the times you truly believe you are less than : because you are not as organized as you wish, punctual as is expected, as you watch your time evaporate – stressed about all the seemingly important things that are left untended to.
I forgive you for living in your mind, when you know it’s better to stay in the heart. I forgive you for all the judgements you place on your exterior, your interior, your enviornment – rather than seeing it as a reflection, an invitation to go deeper.
I forgive you for forgetting all that you already know.
And I celebrate your capacity to continue to soften, and ask the heart what it needs, again and again.
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