What do you find stands in your way? What keeps you stuck in creating the kind of life you dream about?

Being naked isn’t about the clothes you wear or do not wear to bed. Being naked is about a willingness to be vulnerable and be seen.

Something happened on my birthday. A small, rumbling quake in my very core; a sense of panic, an aching curiosity mixed with fierce determination to live fully but still -- panic.

and I have all I have on Spirit to win in the First she is a bit older at the start of this race but its her last and she knows it and she longs to feel the earth under her hooves and the fire in her lungs as she races toward the finish line one last time

Throughout my life, I've often found myself feeling confused, even guilty for feeling too intently, too intimately, too sensitively. Because of my over-feeling attributes, I've often resorted to behaviors that diluted my innate, sensitive superpower...I'd cowar, become shy, inhibited and/or extremely introverted — and I'd feel bad about who I was. I didn't understand how to use this characteristic of my being so instead I'd also stress out for feeling overwhelmed by stuff that seemed easily manageable by other people.

These are the ones whose ribcage is a tangle of blackberry vines and whose spine is a bottomless mountain ravine, rushing clear water, icy as snowmelt. The ones with rubies in their teeth and turquoise in their chests, with fingertips that grow into dandelions, and eyelashes into blue jay wings.

I remain passionate and loving, still in the pursuit of all things personally meaningful to me, conscious enough to know not to give up, conscious enough to know that even when I doubt the things I know, I also know enough to go ahead and get started.

Do you remember when your arms were my home? Do you remember when you promised you'd never leave me alone? Do you remember when you promised? Do You Remember Anything at all?

Water is associated with the emotions. All of our emotions can be an opportunity to go along with the flow, with what is required in the moment, rather than resisting it.

I do this so my body can make its first attempts at untangling some of the tightly knotted tensions, memories, revelations that are relentlessly becoming more twisted and tethered and bound as it plays to my mind and heart the knowledge and memory and emotion that it has been gripping and weaving and forming into a solid, unbreakable mass that now needs to be cracked open, explored and set free.

That's why it's so exciting to connect with another person on the level of the soul. It's why people say, Love is blind -- there are no judgments, just being. That feeling is usually triggered by sexual love, which has the power to quell the ego's voice and transport us into a state of communal oneness.

At any point we can decide we're done pretending a life dictated by logic, fear, and a need for control is enough. We can decided we're done living in shallow breaths and empty dreams, we're done thinking that anything could ever satisfy us other than living in union with our soul and intimately knowing our Source.

Green roofs are beneficial for the environment, aesthetically pleasing and provide habitat for birds, butterflies and other creatures.

Darkened sky sprinkled in twinkling stars, like the sparkling eyes of your beloved, intertwined in the making of love, reflecting to each other the light of the universe.

What are you focusing on? Are there toxic people in your life? Do you have a daily spiritual connection to a higher power? Do you have a plan? How do your desires make you feel?

Mine is a magician’s smile styled with mirrors and smoke, red wax scrawl, trick of the eye.

I see the popular hashtag #yogaeverydamnday that always accompanies a twenty-year-old stick insect doing some amazing Crow/Cobra hybrid on a beach somewhere. Yoga every damn day? If I get Yoga one damn time between trainings the last few months, I'm doing great.

Just look around you. At the beauty and the bliss. At the terror and the teardown. At the utter certainty and every last unknown. It is all a part of your story. Part of how you were made. Embers of grace and grit. Ashes of breakdown and breakthrough. Born of fire. Made of light.

While advertising is not the same thing as writing 'Leaves of Grass', there is no mistaking the benefit to an aspiring writer of being made to sit still and write for a paycheck.

So for those of us who don't spend every minute of every day welcoming and hugging strangers as a calling and vocation, we do however hold Amma's essence. We too hold our very own set of Golden Keys to value, nourish and water. Smaller on scale, but still as vitally important for humanity's growth.

The yoga of freedom cultivates gratitude every morning, noon and night for this life, this breath, these teachings, this chance to be here and love and grow and let go.

You cannot find any peace, any contentment by avoiding the calling, the life around you. And as women, we need the nurturing bond of other women. I need the unwavering strength of my sisters. I long to offer my own to them.

The sun is high now, tripping on the bodies lined up along the shore, and the shore is there for those bodies, a shoulder for them to forget about whatever winter brought, and I am there because winter brought me down to the goddamn core, and the core burns even the tannest of souls.

And suddenly it's so toxic, you can't breathe anymore or your friendship seems to be splitting you into separate directions. You're stuck, no longer moving forward and perhaps moving backwards. You can't seem to talk to them anymore; every minute feels like a chore, you can't step outside of your mind when you are with them. The connection has done a complete 180.

As visions of an everyday shadow begin to fight the fade. A sip of coffee to swallow the sudden ache.

How many now will seize not just the day (which Carpe Diem signifies) but every moment, second, hour, in every way, beyond how all our drudgeful habits make things seem? How many will take our lives out to a place we do not know, will just be crazy for the hell of it and to the wind all caution throw, then watch our earthquake epicenters grow?

Broken. Dishes break. You slice your finger while chopping vegetables. You give your heart to the wrong person. You slip and suddenly realize -- mid-fall -- that absolutely nothing makes sense or feels solid. Not even the ground under your feet. Swirls of clouds spin above you as you look up from where you find yourself, only to discover that everything's shattered. Everything you thought you could count on, is gone. What now?

Serve, but serve love as the main course. Serve it to those who are hungry, those who have been flying to and from the hive at the master's beck and call so long they've forgotten that they are the ones creating the riches!

Sometimes in my health coaching practice, a client will be sad about having to give up junk food, chocolate, coffee, sugar, etc. The truth is every human being is avoiding something

Finding acceptance in the effort and our lack thereof, I feel, is an important human experience.

Take a seat. Close your eyes and imagine how much you will regret if you keep living your life exactly the same way you are right now. How do these thoughts make you feel? Is your body tense? Does your mind feel imprisoned? Feel it as clearly as you can. And then ask yourself: is it time to toss your broken record?

Relationships that fail to grow the soul do so because they get stay stuck in the paradigm of exchange, withholding, and giving only under certain conditions. In these conditions they are governed by the fear of expressing authentically about what they have to offer — their passions, their affections, their attention and all their resources alike.

I recently realized I possess a truly epic skill set, but it's hardly what I would hope for it to be. No, I have this uncanny ability to deprive myself of any free time whatsoever.

Come alive…come alive from being deadwaking from the time ofbeing numb and donecome alive…Simply turn on that tunethat get your toes tapping,your heart beating,swing your hips…Breathe your firelet the flames touch the Heavensthe beauty of your heat… your passionslight up the night sky with starsand the day with the sun.Embrace the sweetness of the momentwith the music playing loudallow the magic of your beingstir and spill out into the world.Stillness begs for movementsilence ask for noiseas the movement goes into the silenceand the noise dances in the stillness.Heartbeat continueswith the drums of the onenessall that is… will be.enjoy the dance within your journeyand let everyone catch you dancingCome alivewith the fiery masters’ presencebe you and all you areand the world will slowly changeattune to the reality of the grace surrounding the...

Unsure of what I believed or what I thought, I went through motions of prayers to a God I wasn't sure existed.

How often do we truly dig deep and touch the real yearning protected by fear within us? The too-hot-to-touch places that hold the precious things we say we want; the bigger than life dreams and Holy Fuck visions that we keep under wraps, for fear of judgement...

Like all secrets, it has something of value to reveal to us, and that is what makes it worth sharing. Sit down. Unplug for a moment. Look around and then take a deep breath.

Can we shoot sparks together? Can I watch you lift yourself across the sky? Can we tear off into the unknown, hair whipping wildly, cosmos-dilated-pupils?

Most of the time, I am madly in love with you. My heart is bruised from beauty. It swells with impulses so strong that I wonder how such immense feeling may be contained in this miraculous, little body. I fear my eventual implosion. But where, my darling ones, have we gone wrong? While deeply in love with you, I wish at times to submit my resignation from our clan.

It tells me to let go. To allow myself to feel whatever I need to feel. To allow the Universe to lead me in whatever way I need to go. To allow my body to break and change and heal as it needs to. To allow myself to feel joy when it presents itself and to feel grief when it floods my soul.

It's all about the moves you choose Some you win and some you lose... ... Wisdom’s paid from mistake’s dues.

As usual, my mother is in the picture looking the part of a resplendently perfect mother, and I, in a display of immaturity equal to my years, am refusing to participate in the exercise of perfection for the camera. While I do not know this as fact, I like to think of it as me resisting in the only way I knew how at the time. I was Gandhi, leading the Indians in disobedience against the salt tax.

There’s this basic irreducible human need that reaches out for the touch of another soul. A connection to humanity and a physical goodness that radiates energy.

...your sharklayered teeth are tinged, wit memories of red wine, pulling me hair ‘cause I ain’t rootin for your team.

So the next man you will love... differently. Perhaps the love you felt with your ex was like bubbly champagne and the next guy will be that deep velvety red with a lovely oak finish. There is no less or more but just... different.

I threw my fits at her. I told her again, politely, to f*ck off. She took away so many moments that should have been my sunny skies. Why is she back? I hate her, but I love her. She has been with me for so long.

No matter what you want to bring to life, honor each step on the road. Writing one sentence a day will add up to a page. Stay a compassionate and patient parent of your creative babies. This is the art of having a creative practice.

When the second chakra is balanced, we have grace, depth of feeling, sexual fulfillment and the ability to accept change.

The challenge of sitting still, not checking our smart phones or emails, but relaxing and observing the mind can be one of the hardest things we attempt. Even the thought of meditating can send some of us into a deep, dark, defensive mode.

But once you realize the power of consistency, there is a danger that comes with this knowledge. And that danger is falling into an all-or-nothing mindset.

I have spent years feeling your intensity, your fierce intelligence, your audacious spirit, your breathtaking heart, and I have wept and laughed and marveled with joy at the sheer brilliance of all you are.

"If you had not done it alone, you would never have realized that you have enough of me in your soul to endure even the most heavy of heartbreaks."

What is it about soul love that makes it so messy? I grew up on fairytales. Not one of them ended in divorce in order to find the mystical prince of my dreams or gave me any hints on how to walk the woods of false rumors or survive the shire of complexity. "Love comes with a knife" -- Rumi, the master of love himself, tried to tell me. I am now, perhaps, ready to listen.

Straddle me with your strength. Plant your hands onto my waist and move me. Embrace my womanly curves with your gentle grasp. Slide up my beat. Glide down my thunder. Vibrate my movements. Let me saddle you with my unrelenting hips.

Everything you’ve ever wanted is already within you, awaiting your acceptance. The giant, love-sized hole within you will not accept anything else.

Sometimes I feel like I know where I'm going. Other times I realize I don't, but I have ideas.

This programme is suitable if you’re postnatal, have been ill for a period of time, returning after a long break, are looking to try something new, gearing up for the season, or for whatever reason or none at all. It doesn’t matter what size you are, what shape you’re in, how busy you are or your level of fitness — we’ll start where you are this very second.

Often what goes hand in hand with the dream (almost the cherry on top) is the sweet sensation that we actually deserve for all of our dreams to become a reality.

Hold your hand through your darkness, as you say hello to my sin.

The things we don't want to talk about, but keep folded up neatly inside where other people don't go or see, will sometimes splinter off into the light, showing that we don't really have anything all together.

Terrified of the grief and sorrow that lived in my body, instead I lived in my head. And I wrote about it. The act of journaling helped me to feel unified, my heart at ease for saying its truth, my mind satisfied by foraging for words.

I learned under threat of death, to embrace and value myself as a change-agent. Now I live to see that other women don't have to let the stakes get that high.

Three years ago, I could not have even thought about death without breaking down. If only I had known what I know now, then.

Is it really possible to have what I want? Should I have what I want? Am I selfish if I want to be wealthy? Does it mean that I am a slut if I love sex or dress as sexy as I feel? Do I get a choice in matters that pertain to me? How do I get to eat in peace or buy a pair of shoes freely?

Our fifth-dimensional Garden of Eden calls to our hearts, "Call me forth, allow me to flower and dazzle your world again. You need only to remember.”

You knew they were lies of the worst sort, lies that masquerade as all that is worthy: Follow this prescribed path, and you will be loved. Follow, and you will receive approval, your needs will be met, your ego thrust skyward, food in your belly, a fine domicile to live in. You will have friends, and admirers, and status; your ambitions will be achieved, your cherished ideals will be enacted, your children will thrive and the world will make sense. Follow, and you create the world you wish to see.

Share a spoon as we dine on scraps of my humanity, and devour the sins, and misgivings, and idle lies.

One should not charge money to get into Oz if, for no other reason than that sooner or later, your clients are going to figure out that Oz is free.

We dance to the sound of our creators' secrets. To the pulse of the mysteries, out of time and oblivious to the guiding beat of that love.

I believe the way Kabbalists describe the mystery of creation reveals the underlying pattern necessary for all creative acts. In other words, without emptiness we cannot create or manifest anything in our lives. For the Kabbalists, the desire to create meant that Ein Sof had to empty out some space within itself for the creation to arise.