Today marks two years since I left my 10-year career and stepped out of that beautiful and safe, yet often suffocating space. It is true, it took incredible courage for me to make the first step. What is also true is that it has taken more than courage to take the second… and the 1,0000000000th
I think my southern yogi folk can relate: My mama is a super church going lady, reads The Bible for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And I told y’all she keeps “Jesus on the main line.” My sister and I lovingly call my mama “our holy high roller” when we think she can’t hear us. When
“There is a river near where I live. It meanders slowly, peacefully. It doesn’t ask itself why it isn’t an ocean, or a raging river, or some other thing. It just surrenders to what it is. Maybe we just need to surrender more to who we are. I think I will lie down tomorrow beside
In my life, many things have kept me up at night. Lately, I stay awake long after the high moon to dream: To walk through the hallways of my vision To touch all of the images, ideas, and wild things there To feel what I’m creating from the raw cells of my heart/soul To taste
Chillshop™ was conceived while I lay in a hospital bed recovering from a vicious altercation with exhaustion because no other prescription could manage my urges to “do more” be more”, “get more”, and “prove more”. Of course that wasn’t the “official” diagnosis. The real one had a bunch more letters. But I knew.
I used to think Bikram yoga was the only yoga worth doing so much so I called it “the yoga.” Thing is, I hadn’t ever done any other yoga. Then I went to a non-heated vinyasa based class and the teacher started by reading about a Niyama. I thought to myself “what is this,