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.
I’m not depressed. It’s not depression that’s keeping me from writing. Continue reading
As I’ve been studying and preparing to write about the Chakras, I felt inspired to create this piece of art. Interestingly, it’s as I began my studies on the Second Chakra, the energy of creating. Continue reading
Why practice yoga? What benefits do you get? There are the physical benefits, strength & flexibility, stress relief and weight loss. On a deeper level, you learn to be with your thoughts & breath, learn to be with yourself, even learn to love yourself. You become a better version of yourself each time you spend time on your mat.
I have been working on keeping these beautiful plants alive and bug free this week. It’s been a struggle with the 100+ degree weather and trying not to use chemicals (aka organic). I am definitely excited about the first rose on my first rose bush.
I’m a real person.
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. 😊
I woke up late. (Shoot. 👎) A girl needs her (beauty?) sleep.
Volunteered. (Love my friends at Holy Angels. 💗)
Ate too much bread. (Darn that yummy gluten-filled bread bowl and soup. I currently have an upset tummy. TMI? That’s what happens in a journal entry, folks.)
Taught a yoga class to two people (Yay! Doubled the class size. Rock it! 👊)
I have always written down my thoughts; it is therapeutic for me 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!)
This little guy entered my life a week ago. He was about 4 weeks old. My life has been on pause since. Here’s the story.
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: http://www.mindbodygreen.com/0-18640/5-signs-youre-on-the-verge-of-waking-up-to-your-life-purpose.html
All signs point to that I’m almost there, almost realizing my next stage in spiritual growth, becoming more clear on my life purpose.
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