Why I Write

Cause I am through that shitake.
This is my story. I am the author. 
And if I'm angry, I'm ready to flippin' feel it.
And keep writing.
And loving.
And hugging.  
Why? Cause. This
Writing is my (invisible-ish) superpower.
I write. I write. I write.
To remember.
I write to love.
You and me, boo. 

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Aliens, Gifts and Just Doin' It

“Remember, YOU are writing your story. And it can read however you feel,” (a hand drawn heart), Jess Pino.   

It's Just Do It July. So. What do you WANT to do?  According to Lena Stephens from the Power Path, this month is about doing through balance. Balance between action + direction & intuitive clarity + creativity + receptivity. And. Focus on energizing, growing, moving forward. Proactively. Create time. Carving space out for what YOU want.  Just do it, parT peeps. Carve space. Create time. For what YOU want. And do it with a balance between action and intuition. Still a lil foggy? What I'm talking about? That vision of what your heart really desires? Have a vision but choosin to settle?

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Breaks, Blindly, and Believing

I took a couple of days away from writing. I engaged in real life conversations w people I love during my writing time instead. So. In my mind (and my heart), I was still writing, kind of. Well, still storytelling. Speaking my words. Practicing using my throat chakra. But rather than typing my words. I was speaking my stories. And. I got to listen to my peeps tell their stories too. And it was great.

I took a break cause it was my bday. And I needed one. And I missed it. But it also felt great.

So. This whole bday thang. Here’s the real deal.

I experience bdays differently since 3.25.15. That was the day a doctor called me to tell me I had boob cancer.

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Negative Thoughts, Our Realities, and Love

THE INVITATION :: by Oriah Mountaindreamer :: I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

I was once told by a healer that what threatens my peace is the way I think.

And that I am a leader for those around me. A leader for positive thinking.

Ok. Hold up. My thinking threatens my vibe but it also leads my tribe.

That's confusing.

And then I thought about it a lil mo.

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Freedom, Disentangling, and Super Human-ness

This morning. During this morning’s ritual, I read :::

::: the next chapter in Natalie Goldberg’s, Writing Down the Bones, “Why do I write?”
::: the next chapter in You Are a Badass, by Jen Sincero, “The G Word.”
::: and re-read a chapter from Danielle LaPorte’s, White Hot Truth, “Super. Human.”

Why do I write?  

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Jivin', a Bday Playsuit, and Expectations

Expectations. I’ve been thinking a lot about them lately. Partly cause my biz soul sista Erica has been bring them up a lot. Well brings up trying NOT to have them a lot. And. Partly cause my bday is coming up. I’ll be 37 on 7.7. And I feel like bdays are the epitome of expectations. Yes. And I know that I am not the only one. Who has...

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Missing, Rainbows, and Your Guru

 It’s 6.30.2017. Summer has officially started. School’s out. It’s hot a shitake out. At least in my hood. June was a month w a lotta shift around me. There's been a lot of opportunities to find rainbows on gray days. June was a month of where I made space to feel disappointment, judgment, confusion, betrayal, fear. It was a month that asked for acceptance, timing, and of trust. For release, for change. For a pulse between...

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Boobs, Frank, and Longevity

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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Wild, Fear, and Flow

THE INVITATION by Oriah Mountain Dreamer  ::: “I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without

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Glittery, Butter and Starting Over

THE INVITATION by Oriah Mountain Dreamer ::: “I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.”

Sit. Hold space. Don’t try to change it. Just be with it. Let. Yoself. Process. Yo. Shitake. No mo running. You know how I do it?

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Squares, Phases, and Blooming

“It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.” Allow me to introduce myself. It actually does...

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Solstice, Summer, and Stubble

The summer solstice. The longest day of the year. Secretly, I think it has always been one of my fave days. But also one of my least fave. There’s just something fun about the most bright day of the year. Makes me want to have a dance par-T. But then the summer solstice also is makes me...

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Lost, Sensations, and Joy

So sometimes you feel lost, right? I mean we all do. Right? Like ery-body does. Right? Well, maybe not. But I do. Sometimes. And I know in the end I am my own guru. I know the concept of not needing an architect cause I already am a temple. (Thanks DLP!) I get it. Well...

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Saturday, Sentiments, and Earth

My sis, my broil, Adz and Wim are moving to the woods. Soon. I’m excited. I’m sad.  And it’s got me all sentimental. And it’s a rainy, thundery Saturday. Lightning too. Shift’s happening. Clearing is happening. It’s intense but...

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