Podcasting, Psychic-ness, and the Woods

I have been thinking a lot about what it’s like to process the world through almost five year old and almost seven year old eyes. Or as Adz would tell you -  a 6 and 3/4 year old. 

So, Adz and Wim (and my sis and my broil aka brother in law) are moving to the woods. In 5 wks, they’ll be kicking it back up in the Northeast. Where we’re “from.” My sis, my broil, and I all grew up back in the NE. And now they are going back. Or maybe they're going home. 

I know that I’ll be okay. (And it's not really about me.)

You know how I know that?

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Wisdom, Paradoxes, and a Peek-a-boo

DLP says in #WhiteHotTruth, "WISDOM IS PARADOXICAL: True wisdom usually holds and transcends opposing points of view. Wisdom knows that there is always an exception to the rule, that there is a time and place, and that a case-by-case approach is divine protocol.

If you can comfortably hold your paradoxes..."

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Time, Rituals, and Clarity

I am thinking about it. Getting back into the swang of more of a morning routine. A sort of ritual. I’ve been away from it for a bit. But life has felt cray the last couple of days. And I made a rad connection with who I hope will be my new amiga at ladeez happy hour yesterday. Over rose and verbal diarrhea, she convinced me.

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Struggle, Waking Up, and Twinkles

I wake up (almost) every morning super psyched to wake up. I’m alive. I’m here on this Earth. Still kickin’ it. Suhweet. I get to drink coffee. Listen to birds chirping in the morning. See a bright blue sky. Draw rainbows to brighten rainy days. Dip my feet in an epsom salt bath or in the river. Read a book, Harry, w my nephew before bed. (We inserted the word butt after Harry. Insert laughing/tearing emoji here.)  

I would be lying if I didn’t...

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Pressure, Contradiction, and Release

For a few years now, one of my soul sistas has been OBSESSED with what she heard from Gabby Bernstein. Gabby shared based on her research that in the "pressure cooker times” three groups of people in the post will emerge. ⅓ of the population will commite suicide. ⅓ of the population will go crazy. ⅓ of the population will wake up.” (Adapted from Yogi Bhajan).

My sista, Erica,  notes : of course something like that stays with you, it's striking and scary or inspirational depending on where you are in life. Erica began to dive...

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Hierarchy, Fingertips, and Transformation

1/3 of the population will commit suicide.
1/3 of the population will go crazy.
1/3 will wake up and transform the world.
:: Adapted from Yogi Bhajan

Words from Erica of Shiny Healthy People ::

"For a few years now, I've been obsessed with a prophecy I first heard from Gabby Bernstein. She was studying Kundalini Yoga and states Yogi Bhajan predicted that in the "pressure cooker times” those three groups of people in the post will emerge. Of course something like that stays with you...

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Planets, Suicide, and Hugs

It’s 4.11.2017. Woo woo warning. I am going to start talking about planets. And retrogrades. Four planets are in retrograde parT peeps. F.O.U.R. “And you need to prep for the insanity.”  It has been feeling a bit. Well. Cray lately. At least for me. And it sho seems for those around me too. Of course there’s the usual "my technology isn’t working" cause it’s mercury retrograde. But there’s some real, raw cray too.

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Dancing, Screaming, and Freedom

Yesterday I danced. Like around other peeps. And not at club. And not after tequila shots. Or even a glass of wine. I mean a cup of coffee happened. A dance class happened. It’s the first time I’ve taken a dance class since elementary school. (That’s kind of lie. There was the adult Intro to Ballet class that wrecked my hip and I dropped out of.)Now don’t get me wrong. I’ve been dancing foreva. There were lessons for a minute.

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Meditation, Anger, and Radiance

Mediation. Here’s the deal. You meditate how YOU want. Where you want. When you want. You can sit. You can walk. You can cook. You can chant. You can dance. What works for you, boo? Sho doesn’t have to be sitting on yo a$$, crossed legged (or lotus if you’re lucky), w yo eyes closed.

Meditation is not an assignment. It’s not an obligation. It’s liberating. Comforting. A path to radiance. Me?

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Mamahood, Veins, and Acceptance

So, the family we don’t choose. You know. The ones we are born into or adopted into (maybe even...legally). That family. Ya, them. It’s cray how much they teach us. Some provide safer learning environments than others. Sadly. But, I digress.

I’m not going to lie to you. My mom has been really pushing my buttons lately (and I’m sure vice versa). So, I’m up. Writing.

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Sunday Blues, Boobs, and Power

It was a cold, rainy Sunday morning in February. February 22nd, 2015 to be exact. 

I stood in front of my kitchen sink feeling the weight of the Sunday blues and the sorrow of the dark sky in my heart. My mind flashed back to a sunny day that past June when I was lunching under the blue sky with my fellow yoga teacher training sistas. Somehow as we consumed our tacos, we had gotten on the subject of self breast checks. 

“Ew!” I said. “I hate them. Of course, everyone has some lumps/bumps. I would rather not freak out about what is probably nothing. So, I just don’t do them. ” 

“Emily!” exclaimed my friend, Erica, “You know your body best.” I ignored her...or at least I thought I had.

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Love, a New Moon, and Mirrors

It's 230a. I'm awake. Well, I just woke up. There's a storm blowing through East Austin. The wind is whipping; it's down pouring and thunder just rumbled. Living in an attic (studio) w a metal roof, storms and sleeping don't usually go together. So, I'm up. I read, but now my own words are floating through my head. So, I'm up - writing.

As you may know, my word for the year 2017 is love. (It was my word for 2016, too. Still working on it.)

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