wunderkammer perhaps the only truth that exists is curiosity, by nature curiosity for curiosity’s sake because once we know some-thing we’ve begun to wrap our experiences emotions and perceptions to the truth it then takes on a another life form, meddled and molded to fit the boards of our own needy story we are both selfish and social, by nature a walking contradiction in seeking truths, even if the purity of such no longer exists #writewhatsreal #writingbynature #writewithme #threetruths #holywomanhood #writingprompts #writeandflow #writeclubnow #wunderkammer (at Kyburz, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAY94amhhHz/?igshid=34co3n78af5u

it is not fear of other or that thing it is the fear of death a life of regret, desires, and wishes we may pivot our day to day new but it cannot replace our relationship with mortality, the thinking we are beyond, that we must hold tightly onto every bit and thing to believe death is morbid, is another name for fear death is life, life is death to be fully alive, is to die each day ask yourself: what can i put to death today? what can i bring to life today? #writewhatsreal #writingprompts #holywomanhood #writeyourheartout #writewithme #lifeisdeath #deathislife #holyandwholly https://www.instagram.com/p/CALSYu9BlKl/?igshid=1bcplknu49hzy

it’s not a burnout it’s burning within kept by muzzling sizzling and seething holding tight and in the actions, or lack thereof, others void of truth hushed by payout, viewership and use she’s been quiet long enough her words clear with reveal they shake like quake, awakening integrity intact for it’s the only currency she holds what she thought burnout was instead a wild, fiery burning within for truth to be unmasked she waits in patience settling for nothing less #writewithme #writewhatsreal #writeclubnow #saywhatsreal #writingonthewall #holywomanhood #writeyourheartout #womenrising #holyandwholly https://www.instagram.com/p/CAJS4Y9BHWo/?igshid=1dsajxohqqqx8

Insert your joy here. I have found myself a few times this week proclaiming amongst friends that I feel really freaking good. Joyful, in fact. There are moments when I feel like I “shouldn’t” feel this way during such times. Absolute nonsense! Fuck off should, I mean it. And send grace to those that attempt to should you. By god, if you can tap into your joy, please do. And please share it with others. If we have the capacity to give, then we must give. What moments of joy have found you this week? For me: - teaching my son to hula hoop, so fun! - daily dance parties - soul posse sneaks - getting outside, making out with trees - reading & meditating w/ Dr. Joe Dispenza - yoga twice a day, breathwork - watching our garden grow - helping studios and teachers all over the world feel confident to create online classes - extra sleep - making art, seeing art everywhere - feeling grateful to be alive Share yours below so we can feel your joy with you. #inlivingjoy #loveliveshere #thisismyyoga #writeclubnow #writewhatsreal #writeyourheartout #becomingsupernatural #holywomanhood #holymotherhood https://www.instagram.com/p/B-CrMGsBrV9/?igshid=1uwzkr3kj1jt1

Your breath is more important than the shapes you make on your mat. It’s our breath that transforms our lives. I will always love the movement of this practice, like coming home and kicking off my shoes. It’s familiar and safe. But what’s truly been keeping me alive this month, the end of 2019, is breath and meditation and dancing and writing sh!t out. I intend to bring more of this wild n out in the open in 2020. It’s long overdue and my commitment for this new year is: expansion. It’s my word and I’m sticking to it, letting it stretch me to uncomfortable depths and freaky new territory. What do you intend to bring out in 2020? #writewhatsreal #thisismyyoga #meditateeveryday #holywomanhood #outoftheboxyoga #zudayoga #breathingandhealing https://www.instagram.com/p/B6oa4yTBc0O/?igshid=1nza03r1fs0ee

when love changes, we don't speak of love like that love is the inclusion of every emotion, it can pit in despair spiral with confusion wreak of resentment burn hot like fire but we don't speak of love like that it can burn bridges and build bridges simultaneously it's the fork in the road a right turn wrapped with certainty go left for unwavering faith, they say but we don't speak of love like that where does love go when we've come to forks and bridges does it need to go anywhere at all? the root of love remains no matter the twists and turns shakes and rattles can we speak of love like that? it can grow and change and renew why not let it harden us for a time so that we know how it feels to be soft because love is the inclusion of every emotion even if we don't speak of love like that today’s write club is in your box and it is on love, like that. #writeclubnow #writeyourheartout #writewhatsreal #writetofeel #writingprompts #holywomanhood #lovealltheway https://www.instagram.com/p/B58oXH2hPb8/?igshid=7oaccca60ckl

I have been down for the count since I got home from Bali. Sinus infection + what I like to call “the airport shuffle.” I lost a good 10lbs (which is not something I’m celebrating). Thank goodness it’s potato and gravy season. I feel like I’m missing something. Like I’ve lost my keys and need to be somewhere. There’s a feeling I can’t escape. I newness I crave. But what it is exactly, I don’t know. I’m flushed with ideas of expansion and feeling rooted by change. I have a new pulse on life and I’m putting my finger to it. Today’s write club wednesday prompt is in your box. Did you read it yet? It’s a fiery start to your hump day. The next write club workshop is January 11th at 6:30pm, link is in my bio to reserve your spot. Don’t miss the new year fresh start to living and writing from the inside-out. We’re almost half-way sold out on our Ibiza Retreat in June — holy YES! If you’re thinking about it, message me. #holywomanhood #writeclubnow #writeyourheartout #thisismyyoga #writewhatsreal #expansion #ibizaretreat #movewithus https://www.instagram.com/p/B5qEDc5hxkn/?igshid=792sq7wtb6k0

I deleted over 7,000 photos and videos on my phone. I kept the ones that make me happy, grateful, or just plain laugh. This photo is from 2013. It was one of the starts to my #holymotherhood series (like holy sh*t, not the other kind of holy even though there’s a lot of that kind of holy on the hashtag now). It’s all holy, I suppose. This photo makes me happy because motherhood is like this sometimes: white knuckling my morning coffee while this one swoops in like a leaping tornado. It’s also very sweet too. Like the kind of sweetness that says, “let’s climb back in bed and snuggle awhile.” I feel grateful to not be a mom of a toddler. For me, those were some of the hardest years to parent. Now, B can make his own breakfast and pack his own lunch. At age 8, he’s in this fun, curious stage of ease. Often schooling me on math and science and stars and planets. He’s still just as snuggly, only 60 pounds or so heavier. Like all those photos I’ve kept, I have held on to many things that no longer exist. Stories. Drama. Memories. And trauma. I know many of my hang-ups and hard truths. And I’ll not be surprised when more bubbles to surface. There’s always work to either stay on tread and let on or ride new surf and let go. Even if that means clearing out some composition and characters in frame. #holywomanhood #writeclubnow #writewhatsreal #writeyourheartout #thisismyyoga #yogamama #letgoletin #parentsbelike #holyandwholly https://www.instagram.com/p/B3VcE89hsa-/?igshid=1c2gk0df82f3n