It can no longer be like the good ol’ days, where you scratch your privileged friends’ backs and bypass laws and conscience. The karmic wheel spins faster than ever before. Did you know that secrets have evolved into an air-like substance? They cannot be contained.

I won't wait for the right time, the right place, the right people or circumstances. Right is wrong, left is 'write' and I'm a fucking unicorn who knows how to type.

What if today were your last day? What if? Would you look deep into the light of your eyes and honor your soul and your life as you chose to live it, or would you be filled with regret, wishing you had done more, aimed higher, lived fuller and laughed deeper?

That moment that you realize you are okay and will be just fine. That ah-ha moment and appreciation hits dead on your heart target. A part of you drops to your knees in a little disbelief and the other part gives thanks. That moment that opens you up to that Truth.

Indignant and rebellious, we take to the road.

May this be the year we are captivated by our own boldness.

Be here now.

All life is simply that… choices and understanding the outcome may not be exactly what you were expecting, yet it is for the best.

“Imagine,” she says, “my arms around you, my tongue tasting you, my heart beating next to yours. Imagine the wildness in my eyes, the beast escaping my parted lips as we embrace in the wilderness of love’s sweet creation. Imagine the calm roughness of it all, the sweat pouring from our brows and mixing there, in that infinite field of pleasure we call 'us'."

Wild is the strange pull and whispering wisdom. It's the gentle nudge and the forceful ache. It is your truth, passed down from the ancients, and the very stream of life in your blood. Wild is the soul where passion and creativity reside, and the quickening of your heart. Wild is what is real, and wild is your home.

When is it enough processing? When is it enough rehashing? When is it enough trying to understand? When is it enough talking it through?

In the words of Rumi, “Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.”

Why is darkness the enemy? Why is it associated with misery, destruction, sadness, death?

Continue to be a slave to your taste buds, or dive deeper into the intelligence of your body.

  The other day I was walking on the beach with my Beau and his dog, Radman. We throw rocks back and forth to get Radman to run for exercise. He could care less about other dogs, people or any other distraction, all he wants to do is chase after the rocks. He is a Patterdale Terrier, so he chases and does not retrieve them. As my Boyfriend throws the rocks, I walk along and collect more to give him. We all enjoy the beach, sights, smells, energy and feeling of the earth; mother Gaia under our bare feet. This particular beach is an off leach beach in Santa Barbara. We descend 241 steps to get to the beach. On the way down we encounter a man setting up his camera on a tripod. My Boyfriend said out loud, ” 149 steps!”  The man said, ” I got 151, so we are close enough.” I said, ” Have fun!” and we continued down the reaming 91...

How can I forget that I love you.

"wake up, the world's on fire!"

We want you to see us. To see our strength and our vulnerability. To feel our pain and to know the depths of our gratitude. Ask us sincerely how it is, and we will tell you the truth.

“Everyone suffers at least one bad betrayal in their lifetime. It’s what unites us. The trick is not to let it destroy your trust in others when that happens. Don’t let them take that from you.”

What I want you to do is to spit out that conformity and hand back the guidelines with a smile. Do not throw them, and do not stomp on them with your heavy boots. Just say “No, thank you. I already have my own.”

“At times you have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself.” - Alan Alda

I am not asking to do away with sense of humor, but for the love of a little self-control. Yogis do not need to publicly call people douchebags, do they? The energy going out is something that you place into the world and it has a ripple effect like everything else.

The events of the Boston Marathon were designed to blind – blind in rage, blind in anger, blind in grief, blind in immeasurable pain.

"The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image."

Being 'well-rounded' implies that there are discrete parts to a person, that they should pick and choose a little of this and a little of that. That their experiences alone -- what they seem to be good at -- should direct them towards what they ought to include in their Trivial Pursuit pie-chart of personhood. That who and what they are is primarily elemental and secondarily systemic.

“We are not going to change the whole world, but we can change ourselves and feel free as birds. We can be serene even in the midst of calamities and, by our serenity, make others more tranquil. Serenity is contagious..."

Most days we’re just memories of ourselves. Diluted versions of former originals. We can’t even claim ownership of our own perception. But every once in a while someone or something comes along and the dying spark inside turns into a small fire and you can kind of see it behind our eyes for a second or two.

In the past, I had clung to my girlhood with a crocodile-like resolve because I was afraid I would lose the little girl within if I claimed my role as a woman. But surprisingly, I have found that by working with, and not against, my inner child, my role as a woman has only been strengthened. I truly feel the world will be a better place when we all start to blend our child-like wonder with the power and compassion of our womanhood.

"People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don’t deserve them, or that they’ll be unable to achieve them. We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren’t, or of treasures that might have been found but were forever hidden in the sands. Because, when these things happen, we suffer terribly..."

A tear falls then another. As the heart over flows. A tear falls then another.

Will you allow that spark in yourself to burn down all that is not real and let life hit you with all force?

These are the days I can't take much more.

The energy as we start seated and breathing on the mat dictates.

I look down…I am really naked, and so is everyone else. And isn’t that the real truth in life?

"There can be no vulnerability without risk; there can be no community without vulnerability; there can be no peace, and ultimately no life, without community."

First I trust – then I'm guided. First I lean – then I'm carried.

The role of ‘parent’ is not something I feel qualified or even ready for that matter to step into. Being a parent is the day in/day out/nose to the grindstone being there for your kid. You are the bank, the taxi, the tutor. It is being a disciplinarian and making tough choices that are the best for your child.

A stillness descends...

I didn’t want to go through any more programs, I wanted to be feel. I desperately, desperately wanted to free myself from what limited me on so many levels.

“I think I’m in a quarter-life crisis,” she explains.“But, really, I’m fine,” she lies.

Its intensity opens the spine and pressures the liver and thus helping to light jatharagni, the digestive fire. It also wriggles the intestinal tract - eliminating waste and toxins from the body.

This is about the self-mutilating circus we have painted ourselves clowns in. About women who will prowl 30 stores in 6 malls to find the right cocktail dress, but haven't a clue where to find fulfillment or how wear joy, wandering through life shackled to a shopping bag, beneath those 2 pretty syllables...

The first thing most new yogis attempt is a static posture commonly known as a handstand. In photos it looks ironically and deceivingly statuesque and unchanging. The truth is, a handstand is a dynamic posture that is constantly changing. It is a wild ride up there.

“If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us.”

Take off the gray veil that has blinded you from experiencing the world around you in the most profound way. Explore your abilities and if you persist, one day you will find what you're good at, you will find what you love to do. And once you do, you will never stop creating through it. It will be your soul's purpose.

Gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā! Go, go, go beyond, go thoroughly beyond, and establish yourself in enlightenment! Nothing will stop me. I will see samsara and nirvana become as one.

The two women stood in the bleak cold, the thin line of dawn on the horizon behind them a muted pinkish orange, the swirling November wind a cold draft at their ankles and necks. Vera Nyberg shivered.

It has enormous implications whether you're born a boy or a girl, even at the very moment you're born, while the differences only become relevant years later.

WE LOVED, and the closest we've come to explaining why, is because it was you, and because it was I.

So, life’s incessant motion, - Like squirrel, flits, forth and back - In stark and obvious contrast - Against your bird of black.