Women, why do we do this to each other?
Why do we put each other down?
Why do we cut each other out, without a second thought?
Why do we hurt each other, without apology or remorse?
I won't pretend I am particularly fond of the pain that seems necessary to continue evolving and healing.
And depending on my mood at that moment, I might grumpily think "Yeah, right..." next time my ever-smiling Yoga teacher asks us to be filled with gratitude.
But today I just want to be grateful
I have always felt alone, but not lonely. This feeling began when I was very young and it was hard to be with. I didn’t have the tools, the knowledge or the understanding to articulate the emptiness, so began the titled vision of my aloneness. As a child, I was always standing just on the ...
The transition comes in waves and layers, a twisting road with unexpected turns, and at times you are unsure whether your direction is forging forward or reeling backwards.
I get it, believe me. I too have fallen, more than once in my younger years, for the alluring language of multi-level marketing (MLM). The too-eloquent promises of enigmatic abundance, limitless opportunity, and financial freedom are hard to ignore; they weasel into the parts of your psyche ...
I have battle scars on my arms, and stretch marks and loose skin on my baby-bearing belly. My thighs and legs are tiny, my hair and eyes are brown, my breasts disappeared with the infancy of my children, and pimples, freckles, blackheads and laugh lines are the make-up of my face.
I'm honoring this temple I live in by dusting and decluttering every room, getting rid of any regrets and resentments. Just watch me reach the 50s walking like a queen. The one who defeated shame and guilt for her empire.
I've been learning about and loving Yoga for quite some time now, and I've remained disciplined when it comes to exercise in general. It never ceases to amaze me that I can continue to have moments like this. As with anything, sometimes you just go through the motions.