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?Read More
“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...Read More
THE INVITATION :: by Oriah Mountaindreamer
"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing."
Aching. Dreaming. Longing. Yikes.Read More
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...Read More
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...Read More
Writing. I've been writing. But not here. Not on this space. Meaning not typing into a post on Squarespace or in a Google Doc. So, just not kickin’ it in the virtual ether. I’ve been writing in my notebook. In my gold glittery notebook.Read More
There is a way through every block. Today I woke up heavy, heavy, heavy. Like a weighted blanket with endless elephants on top of each other, each addition causing my breath to leave me. Blocked to get up and go. Blocked to continue on. I began to cry...Read More
I've spent the past couple of days in the mountains. The air is crisper here than in Austin. It's crystal crispy clear.
I'm kickin' it in training this weekend. Don't get me wrong, I'm super psyched. I mean I've been looking forward to this weekend for what seems like foreva.
So why the h do I have this...Read More
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?Read More
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..."Read More
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.Read More
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...Read More
I met up with a (female) friend for a cocktail last week...and ended up sharing some of my story w her. The last time she had listened my story I was in a pretty dark place...Read More
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...Read More
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...Read More
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.Read More
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.Read More