Keeping it Real: blogging

I haven’t written for awhile. At least nothing personal. I’ve thought about. I have lots of ideas. And that’s where it stops. I pull up the web browser (do we even still use that term anymore?). I log in. I type. Delete. Type again. Delete. Fingers type. Save as a draft. I have 3 posts in draft. I just can’t get them to come together.

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Keeping it real: Oreo’s

I’m a real person.IMG_20150621_210659680-01

With real problems. With real cravings.

I may be a yogi striving for health but I have my vices.

This is one of them. I only had 3-4 servings.

I’ll leave it up to you to figure out how much a serving size is.

PS It’s probably not what you think. 😉

PPS It’s not organic or dairy free milk either. 😊

At A Glance: 30 Traits of an Empath

It’s amazing and exciting and scary to find a post that perfectly describes yourself, and you realize that you aren’t alone. All the words I needed but couldn’t find. #empath

Empaths Empowered

 1.     Knowing: Empaths just know stuff, without being told. It’s a knowing that goes way beyond intuition or gut feelings, even though that is how many would describe the knowing. The more attuned they are the stronger this gift becomes.

2.     Being in public places can be overwhelming: Places like shopping malls, supermarkets or stadiums, where there are lots of people around, can fill the Empath with turbulently vexed emotions that are coming from others.

 3.     Feeling others emotions and taking them on as your own: This is a huge one for Empaths. To some, they will feel emotions off those near by and with others they will feel emotions from those a vast distance away, or both. The more adept Empath will know if someone is having bad thoughts about them, even from a great distance.

 4.     Watching violence, cruelty or tragedy on the TV is unbearable: The more attuned an Empath becomes the worse it is and may make…

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Journal Writing

I have always written down my thoughts; it is therapeutic for mePhotoGrid_1433124958920 to put a pen in hand and that pen to paper. My first journal/diary dates back to 1990-91. I was 7-yrs-old. I used a pencil, resulting in faded entries, in addition to the messy handwriting most of us had at the age, they are difficult to read. I eventually learned to use a pen, and my handwriting had undergone MANY changes. In fact, it doesn’t stay the same, even now. I’ve never had that perfect, cute handwriting. I’m OK with that, I’m able to tell my mood based on the slant and script, cursive always slants to the right, print is straight up & down. One entry can contain both cursive and print (see image above). Also, I am not a strong speller; “know” & “now” for some reason elude me when I’m writing quickly, or I’m adding an “-e” onto the end of words that don’t need it. I like to write stream of conscious style, so it explains some of it. I used to try to make sure I was spelling words correctly but I would end up losing my train of thought. I decided I wasn’t being graded on spelling (sorry to ALL my English teachers), now I try to spell the word the best I can and put ‘(sp)’ after the offending word. It reminds me I tried and realize it’s incorrect. (I blame word processors and text correcting technology!)

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Spiritual Growing Pain

You know what a growing pain feels like, the kind you feel in your leg or arm?

Or imagine the HULK, right before he starts to turn green and his body begins to bubble and build, until BAM! he turns into the HULK.

Well, I’ve felt that way spiritually for awhile. The pressure has been building for years. It started as the small, gnawing pain, in my heart with thoughts that I was missing …something… but not sure what.

The last year that …something… has been building. It feels as though my spirit is waiting to burst out of its current state into …something… bigger. Yet, until I can fully realize what it is, it’s stuck. And it’s uncomfortable. I may be a yoga teacher and practicing yogi, I may be religious and attend church; but it doesn’t mean I’m perfect and ‘get it’ all the time. I feel at times I’m not allowed to share my present feelings because that would undervalue my ‘yoginess.’ Yet, ‘yoginess’ IS being in the present moment, being with the present feeling. And being non-judgemental about it. Even if it’s uncomfortable.

Yet, I did judge myself. I felt ashamed because as confident as I felt in my recent ‘life’ post, I wasn’t sure I could act. I fell into feeling unmotivated and purposeless.

And then I read this blog post:

All signs point to that I’m almost there, almost realizing my next stage in spiritual growth, becoming more clear on my life purpose.

UPDATE 5.25.2015

You have fallen for so many deceits. You can no longer trust anything you once knew.  You begin to realize that this quest will claim your life, and one blink later…

A little more clear after reading this post by Alison Nappi at Rebelle Society