I choose to be well.


I consciously decide to worry about less,

and let more happen.


I trust in the universe, and the path it’s lain.


And gosh, am I grateful for fellow travelers.




this magic moment


Finding meaning:  the plague of our generation.


A soul search for something more.






Maybe the meaning is in acknowledging that the quest is always in progress.
And the real meaning is found in transcending the suffering the inevitably pops up.



The questions and the torment and the self  inflicted anguish over trivial matters.


Maybe the real meaning is in each and every piece of gratitude.


Like Virginia Wolff said,


“The moment was all.

The moment was enough.”

will yoga for…


Right now my practice isn’t as consistent as I would like for it to be. Like an everyday, hop out of bed for this kind of thing.


(Coffee trumps literally everything about the morning.  And my kapha ass is doing nothing but rollin’ out of bed. )


But when I do step on the mat (more often in the evening), it’s about the bits of transformation at a time.  The story my body is holding in the moment.   And gahhhhd, does it feel good to speak; the monologue of movement and breath.


(People love to talk about themselves.  The body is no exception.)

Like today, my side angle bind shifted in a depth I’ve never experienced.  Usually struggling to touch tips, my fingers clasped with ease.  But my other side?  Still a bit wonky.  What am I holding onto in my outer hip?




And for the first time ever, I actually engaged my shoulder blades.  Man, did that make being upside down easier.  Never even knew that action existed. Or maybe I did, and I’ve been working towards it all along?






The Bhagavad Gita explains that we must relinquish the fruits of our labor.  We must live our dharma and do it to the best of our ability, regardless of the outcome.

Or like Bukowski said, “What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.”



That really takes the pressure off the trip: an infinite journey.  And we choose how to perceive the human experience, one conscious breath at a time.


the beginning.





I’ve spent the past year trying to figure it out.  The secret.  The key.

The hidden door to collapse into.



Ann the end, I forgot how live.




I tried to delete all the entries from this entire blog without even blinking an eye.


Didn’t look through them or nothing.


Because this is really the beginning.


This is the future I’ve dreamed of at the bottom of fear.

The base of eternity.

The choice to be.


This?  Is the life of my dreams.

We created this together, the universe and I.


And we speak a language I’m still learning

So please forgive me if I mumble



on the way to being fluent in each other.

where did this come from?


Let go of the fears

shame and judgment and concerns.


They are merely societies way

of saying you aren’t enough.



A reflections of the industries

path of greed

Telling you to be more, to have more.


They break you down into pieces,

making you believe they have the glue,

for the low price of your soul.


Silly human.


You are entirely enough.

In this moment.

In this space.


Stop trying to fill the insecurities

with shiny things

built by man and power.


Leave space.

Let the real light in.






envision, here + now, manifest

What happens when you acknowledge

the situation you are in as unsustainable?


Non sustaining.


To so many things,

but most incredulously

the soul.




a few things:


You begin to dream:

Of the perfect world

acknowledging the true essence of your being



Of the life you would choose to live

the life you would love in every minute.

Even the shitty ones,

because they are far better than even the best of current times.


Maybe you start dabbling in the dream.

Living out bits and pieces.


But “real life” summons you back

draining your divine energy

to forget about everything that really matters.


The economic trap of staying afloat

in a stagnant pool


while your heart longs to ride the currents.



The vision realigns.

The universe (not so) subtly tells you to go for it.

Cheering you on.

Pushing you to face fear, choose love.


So you sit on it,

wondering how it could possibly even be?

Because you have no idea how it would work.


But that’s okay,

because it would definitely be different

and you were never one to be the same.