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. Read More
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.
And then I thought about it a lil mo. Read More
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. Read More
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.