Yoga + Wide Open Spaces

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Space in your hips, Space in your heart, Space on the horizon… Since I started leading retreats approximately one year ago, many folks have asked me to please do a local retreat, one that did not require airplane travel… Voila! Introducing Yoga + Wide Open Spaces. My dear friend lives in Hico and owns/operates a…

Relief

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I did it. I managed to overcome my ego and to tap into the gracious side of my being. It required a true “Come-to-Jesus,” if you will. I had to wrestle my need to be right and listen to my desire to embody love in order to win this battle. I will not say it…

Progress, progress, progress

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Wrapping up the week of relationships, we discussed the Triangle of Disempowerment (or as shown in the graph, the triangle of disrespect). Many participants spoke freely to how they were able to see themselves on different places in the triangle throughout the week. A lot of our group really relates with the role of the…

With Me Still

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Today, as I was driving to the George R Brown Convention Center in Houston, TX, I was nervous. No lie. I had a super chill morning. We (Amber and I, my partner in crime on this endeavor) stayed with some dear friends. We all went to bed early Saturday night. Everyone awakened and started milling…

This Bevy of Beauties

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I looked to my right. She was there. Closest to me. Her hair ratty from a day of multiple, multiple yoga classes. Her eyes shone with delight, expectation, joy of her current path. Her confidence sincere and warranted. She felt strong, steady. All I could do was admire her and be glad that she was…

Soul to Soul

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This time last year was intense for me. On New Year’s day last year, my mom called me to her bedside. Her chest heaved as she attempted to breathe. She wheezed with the difficulty of it. It seemed so shallow, her breathing, I couldn’t imagine that it felt satisfactory. I tried to stop imagining how…

2013 — Dreaming out loud

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The Year of Your Highest Potential… Here it is. In writing. Without edits. After much work. In Black and White, so to speak. My commitments to myself for 2013. Be myself fearlessly. Create a home of un-ending love & joy — with children who radiate these qualities Be rapturously in love — with life, with…