I am not argumentative. I am not able to clearly + succinctly state my case to persuade others to see it the same. I bawled incoherently while on the phone with my congressman. I am deeply sensitive + I feel immensely. This crisis of children being taken away from their families, feels as if my own children are being taken away from me, and I sob in agony and feel this collective heartache.
I am brought to tears as I help my children brush their teeth + wash their hands, and wonder who on earth is doing this for these innocent children. I’m praying there are angels close helping these children + parents. I’m praying that somehow these “leaders” will clearly see that there is no separation between them + us. We are all just looking for peace + happiness, and America used to be a place where people could come to pursue those rights. I am here only because my grandma immigrated here, and before that my great, great grandparents. That is the irony in all of this. I know it is multilayered, but I understand the core enough to know that what is happening is not right. I am stirring in grief.
May everyone only come out of this stronger and more determined than before. May a deep, needed, and necessary change + healing come from this incredible darkness, and may everyone’s pain be comforted somehow.
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I am pregnant with my third child, and I went to Iceland. These two things informed each other, and made the whole trip possible in a way. I am working on elevating my perspective on what it means to be pregnant again + instead of feeling like everything is ending, it is only beginning, in an even more refined way.
With each child the stakes feel higher, times feel strained, freedom feels stolen. And yet motherhood is actually giving me the keys to unravel the deeper parts and layers of my heart. Without the restrictions of what I experience motherhood to be, I probably wouldn’t have found this current iteration of myself : complex, rich, and ever evolving.
So rather than seeing growing a family + nourishing it as hindrance, remind me this perceived limitation actually has the possibility to set me free – if I chose to see it that way. If I look for the ways it already has. If I view the breaking open + shifting of my being to literally create, birth, and nurture these lives : as a way to heal. A way to access the depths of me. Permission to step into the current version of me.
If I view it as a true privilege, one that I do not resent because I honor + arrange the structure of my life towards my desires and dreams. And if there are any hints of resentment I use it as information to redirect, to uncover, to locate the gold waiting to be released + expressed. Let me not fear how this new baby is going to be the catalyst for change. Instead let me ready myself, as if I was preparing for Christmas, or my birthday : a portal to receive magic, to be transfigured, to allow the contents fo my soul + life to improve.
Allow my view to soften about what feels “right” simple because it feels current, instead let me trust in the transition. Allow for excitement to permeate my being. Because while I will be ushering new life into this world, I will also be ushering new life and vitality into myself + my family. I am the conscious + confident creator of that + so much more. Let me stand embracing the beauty + magic of it now. The immense possibility that lies on the other side and let me be so clicked in to rejoice that all is possible. Willing to let go of previous notions + structures to allow for the next installment : refined + with miracles abound. Embracing the death that comes alongside birth.
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Over a year ago, my dear friend Michelle + I were dreaming of creating a space to honor mothers, children and families, through movement, yoga, + community. We scouted out spaces, drafted schedules, had endless conversations… but spaces fell through, and it never seemed to “click”.
We continued to host our offerings in our own way, and now we are in collaboration with Move It Studio in Lititz, PA – as a part of their Move It Family Program! A space to support families find peace within the chaos : in moving together and through prenatal barre, babe + me yoga, baby wearing barre, child + me yoga, family yoga, and MORE. Led by the tremendous visionary Marie Cleaves Rothacker.
This postnatal yoga offering was prompted from a deep place within my heart that felt the longing to be held in a space and connected to a community while navigating the demanding early stages of parenthood. Craving a real need of support, structure, and connection we are now offering just that, and what a tremendous gift that is.
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Fine tune me to the frequency of my children (my work) and my heart : simultaneously.
May I find continuous ways to honor them all.
May my receptors be sensitive to their needs and pleas.
May I effortlessly tend to to them and may I receive energy + focus in doing so.
May I be engaged in a thoughtful and creative dance : pulsing and delicately shifting form and tempo.
May I be that tuned in to know just what is needed.
May I create a delicate structure that keeps me tethered and elevated in each unfolding moment.
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I am not the woman I was before I had children, so I should not expect to behave + act like her. Although some habits she had seem dreamy and ideal right now, I don’t have the capacity to withhold them, or perhaps the desire. Maybe one day I will. But in this current season there are more demands on my time and energy, as I continuously navigate ways in which to make the best choices for myself and everyone involved.
I have to trust, if I could do better I would.
I have to trust in the wisdom of time unfolding.
I realize I also can monitor my thoughts for what they are : Truth? or Excuse?
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The not knowing is OK.
The unraveling is celebrated.
The repatterining applauded.
You need not be afraid of the vacant spaces.
You need not feel fraudulent if there are pockets of space for you to breathe, contrary to your beliefs that it all should be filled to the brim. You need space in order to feel your soul + who you are underneath, behind, within it all.
You can flounder a bit.
You can question a lot.
You can worry with fury, or you can choose to believe.
You can rest your mind within an active body.
You need not expect a thing because you have all you seek.
You need not strive, because you are thriving : and it is your job to realize all the ways you are soaring.
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Calling in :
I make art for the practice, not weighted by pressure. I stand in my power. I complete projects at hand.
I stay focused on my self + my family, rather than looking beyond for what I am searching for within.
I am intentional. I call in support.
Steeped in love. Grounded in heart. Elevated by vision.
Patience in laying the groundwork, honoring the unfolding.
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Healing thought patterns with the possibility of : What If?
What if the universe is conspiring with me and believing in me?
What if I am wired to succeed and to realize my dreams?
What if I already have?
What if I am truly connected to all?
What if it was easy?
What if I honor my body with movement + self care?
What if I connect to my spirit before I get busy crossing things off the list?
What if I am programmed to receive?
What if I choose thoughts of elevation rather than destruction?
What if I leaned on something greater?
What if I was patient?
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Lead me to higher ground, to elevated thinking.
Lead me out of the smallness of my mind and into a knowing of the infinite.
Allow my mind and my days to be spacious, able to bend time.
Let a clear vision guide me, and when the vision is blurred let patience steady me.
Let me believe that there is enough time, and let me be bold enough to claim what it is I want to fill my days.
Keep me steady with my commitment and flexible in how it unfolds, surrendered to the possibility of a deep magic infusing all of it, and a remembering of my brilliance.
Help me to forgive and lighten, regardless of how many times I make the same mistake.
Offer me a glimpse of myself in the places I least expect + let success feel like a natural progression of the unveiling of my heart.
Let me feel fully expressed + in the flow.
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My visions are worth realizing.
I am capable of bringing them to life.
On some level they have already been achieved.
Shift me from the energy of frantically DOING.
Instead gracefully usher me into the art of BEING.
Trusting there is space for it all.
Valuing my time, my worth, my voice.
Remembering it never happens all at once.
It is gradual.
It is a practice.
Allow me to be steady and consistent in my commitment.
Allow me to enjoy the unfolding
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