Tag: yoga
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Fully weaned
Something that I have found to be true about motherhood is that I am never truly prepared for the next phase, whatever that may be. And that blows my mind because I am surrounded by other moms and people who have walked in these shoes before me but still I feel unprepared. As if the…
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Contrast
This year taught me all about duality- Love and hate, Light and dark, Surrender and power, Vulnerability and strength, Sickness and health, Peace and turmoil, Internal and external, Selfish and selfless, And releasing the old to welcome the new. I don’t think I have the words to truthfully convey how hard this year has been…
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Early quarantine days
*this was written in April of 2020* She won’t remember these days, but I will. The days of uncertainty that make me want to hold onto her a bit tighter. The days of being on top of each other which also makes me want space from her. The days when the collective mind is in…
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Negative attention
I used to starve myself. It began in 2008 when I was diagnosed with a handful of gastrointestinal issues. Doctors assumed I was bulimic because I often threw up the contents of my stomach as my entire body was having reactions to mostly everything that I was consuming. I was afraid to eat because I…
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Sit with it
In many ways, we’ve been brought up to quiet any talk or thoughts regarding the state of our own mental health. Emotions are labeled as good and bad. As kids we are often told that we are okay rather than asked. As adults we’ve formulated a robotic response of “I’m okay” when asked. If we…
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Birthwork
I learned a couple of things from being a birthworker- View post to subscribe to site newsletter.
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Home practice
After one of the very first yoga classes I ever took, I heard the teacher talking to a student about cultivating a home practice. I had never heard of that term before and I tried to make sense of it for a couple of years. While I was certain that it meant practicing yoga at…
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Dark poetry
We are so quick to close the door after an experience. We allow the small details to fester and disintegrate within our own bodies and minds. But why not keep that door open and allow others to see in? Why not allow others to watch the unfolding and unraveling? Not because I think it’s important…
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Poetic and flawed
If someone were to ask me what my yoga practice feels like, I’d probably say that it feels something like a shadow of a self portrait. Vulnerable, Elusive, Empowering, Poetic, Unconventional, Ever-changing, And extremely flawed. An eleven year relationship that continues to unfold and provide opportunities for growth. And sometimes it feels more like a…
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Life after birth
When people talk about their birth story occasionally you’ll hear a resentful tone in their voice. They might speak of their labor being too long, or maybe there were too many interventions for their liking, or it was too painful, or the epidural didn’t take, or the Pitocin made it too intense, and the list…
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