• Of Grief

    Of Grief Isn’t it an ocean? Full. Expansive. Mysterious. Breathing. This feeling. Rushing and slow Older and longer than all of our lives linked and added together. I sit at its edge. It swells and I can’t move. How it drags me under. There is no fighting back, It’s hands are relentless and reach far.

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  • “extra” weight

    I didn’t start where I am in that picture above. And I’m not there now. That picture was 4 years ago. I gave birth to my son 5 months ago. I am beginning again. I went to my 2nd nonrestorative or yin class in almost 7 months yesterday. My intention for the practice was this:

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  • Mamas, I’m sorry

    I owe some mamas an apology. To that one mama: who returned my text every three months who called all the time cause she needed to hear real words who suddenly couldn’t make a lunch date, ever who brought her kids everywhere who took her kid nowhere who left her fancy gig to stay at

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  • No shortcut.

    Those of you who live in Atlanta know that highway 285 allows us to bypass traveling through the center of our city to get just about anywhere we want to go. You also know that there are times when 285 is painfully congested. The other option takes us straight into the heart of our city.

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  • Beginning again

    Yesterday I taught my first CHILLshop yoga session since Oye’s birth. A month ago I believed no one would come to yesterday’s session because no one would be interested, because who wants to rest and be still, because I needed to work on my visibility and messaging, because I’d been gone on maternity leave—-because because

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  • Warrior’s welcome

    A while back I read something regarding postpartum women in another culture from a by gone time. The article noted that for weeks after giving birth, the mother was mothered and her primary role was to connect to and nurture her baby. The women of the village tended to her so that her and baby

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  • Giving birth

    He’s here! Me and Jemar’s son, Oyetunde Nasir Raheem arrived Saturday April 2, 2016 at 5:37am. Our birthing time/labor was yoga in the most profound sense. Lots of yin and yang. Lots of fire and water. Sound and silence. Some CHILL. Plenty FIERCE. Clearly every birth experience is different. For me, the newness that is

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  • Nothing is something

    I have a space on my retreat registration form where those registering can write additional comments, thoughts, or things they want me to know. One of the registrants wrote this: “I’m so glad you listened to your calling and bless others every day with what you do! You have no idea how much your classes

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