The heat.
The quiet.
The intent.
It’s sacrid.
Healing.
Pure.
Accepting.
Nonjudgemental.
Light.
I can breathe.
And be me.
Just me.
No makeup.
No title.
No responsiblity.
Just me.
Immerse myself in my practice.
Focus on my body.
At my own pace.
The power of the postures.
The depth of that day.
The cleansing of the sweat as it swells and rolls off on my skin,
The smell.
The salt.
The heat.
Namaste.
I will follow my path. Listen deep to my heart. Trust my inner guide. Live by my truth. I will quiet the demons that haunt me. I will feed the hope that drives me. I will nourish my mind, body and spirit with actions that build me. I will shut down those and that that…
Over the years parts of me died. And other parts were given or taken. I very willingly gave away slivers of and sometimes complete sections of my heart, my individuality, my identity, my creativity. Then there were those that took when I was not strong enough to stand my ground and stake m claim. Over…
Trusting my body. It was telling my story. Where to go, what was wrong, how to heal. My ailments, issues and insecurities were all telling the story. Silently screaming: where there were blocks, unresolved issues, emotional hurdles. What I felt was my guide. I chose not to hear, all the silent signs across my body…
Being the best, most authentic me is all I want to be. It is powerful and it is freeing. What do you want? What do you stand for? Who do you want to be? What are you waiting for? As you embark on your journey of self, see yourself for all the greatness that you embody….
Patience doesn’t come easily to me, it’s also something I have to work on every day. I practice patience by trying to loosen my grip on the notion that I need to control everything, surrendering to the journey and remembering that the rules and timing of the universe are not mine to define. I have learned…
“Can I sleep with you?” She says. “Of course you can.” I reply. She hasn’t done that is long time. I thought she was good? She’s been better. Happier. More upbeat. Bouncy. Sleep with me? Are we back there again? How man steps have we gone back? I wasn’t ready. I thought we were good….