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Last week I was feeling the funk.
It was too much computer time, lots of emotional processing, the collective anxiety creeping in and not enough time deep out in wild nature.
Last week I was feeling the funk.
It was too much computer time, lots of emotional processing, the collective anxiety creeping in and not enough time deep out in wild nature.
“Things are a bit stagnant—hubs, home, biz, life,” Lauren vulnerably wrote to me just prior to our first coaching session.
My heart grieved this morning and tears flowed.
I received a text from a dear friend, and Next Generation Yoga grad, with an update on her family in New Orleans. Her parents were sheltering upstairs at their neighbors during the storm and her mom tragically passed. Her father, thankfully, survived.
I am busy – in the middle of an important phone call and simultaneously making dinner – when suddenly I am distracted by the sound of noisy birds outside my open door. I see House Finch low to the ground underneath Pinon Tree – flapping their wings and doing something unfamiliar to me.
Have you ever done something so big – like making a dream purchase, celebrating a milestone, hiring a coach, declaring your truth – and then felt so small? Feelings of vulnerability, remorse, worry, and grief pop up unexpectedly.
Five years ago my life changed for the better. It didn’t seem that way at the time, but as I look back today at the commitment I made to myself then, I am absolutely certain, it was the best decision I ever made.
Lately, I’ve been in a pattern of grabbing my phone first thing in the morning to check my text messages, email, and other notifications.
And, I felt gross.
This blog holds a lot of heart, healing and vulnerability. It’s my story of being abroad at the onset of the pandemic. My hope is that this piece inspires you to connect with, share about and perhaps write up your March 2020 life experience.
Three things, that are uplifting my body, heart and mind, coming at you today – this Thursday!
Recently, I have been asked, “Why the heck did I pull the plug on my social media accounts!?” It’s a fair question. I mean I did have an active presence of posting, and a 5000 “friend” following.
A few weeks ago I got to visit with my family in Portland, Oregon. It was my nephew’s Bar Mitzvah and my immediate family gathered for the first time since months before the onset of the pandemic. Side-note, my nephew JJ absolutely rocked reading from the Torah.
Being in my community (thank you!), you likely know that I recently made a big transition by ending my “home-free” stint and moving into a loft space in Santa Fe, New Mexico – Tewa Territory. The journey to get to this place where I am now, surprisingly, was not any easy choice. But it was an act of self-care …