Living Room Prayers.

The lingering quiet. Welcomed, or avoided…? Stirrings of the heart. Digging into those corners that need dusting off, affirming the dichotomy between wholeness and brokenness, slowly…hesitantly pulling back the drapey, opaque curtains to allow the light and warmth to pour in. Observing the cobwebs in reverence for the time and heart space they took to…

Heaviness.

Not all is clear. Questions arise. The why’s and the how’s and the what if’s and the untangling of so many emotions that are complex beyond reason.

s e l a h.

It’s often this time of year where I find myself both longing for the restfulness of foggy days where there is a noticeable chill in the air and all your heart desires is to post up in a warm coffeeshop with the buzz of espresso being ground, strangers having intimate conversations in close quarters and…

Dwelling Place.

I’ve had a stir on my heart about what it means to “dwell”. We use this word as both a noun and a verb. A place we live, as well as the act of mulling over — lingering upon. How do these two connect? It’s interesting how the use and placement of a word can change…

g l i m p s e s.

“The things that we love, tell us what we are.” As we embark on a new year, may we reflect on all that the past year gave us, taught us, unveiled to us and all that was spoken to our hearts. Here are some glimpses of my own: J A N U A R Y…

Soul-Tending.

True yoga is not about the shape of your body, but the shape of your life. Yoga is not to be performed, yoga is to be lived. Yoga doesn’t care about what you have been; yoga cares about the journey — the person you are becoming. Yoga is designed for a vast and profound purpose, and for…

A Soul Retreat in the Mountains: Wanderlust Festival.

You know those last minute opportunities that present themselves so untimely, but turning it down would mean letting an experience slip by that, although adding to an already chaotic week, is something you have dreamed of being a part of, but never had the opportunity to be? Wanderlust Festival: Snowmass, CO On the Monday before…

Sunday Essentials.

Sunday’s are one of my most very favorite days of the week. Maybe it’s the essence of Sunday being a day of rest. Maybe it’s because it happens to be the second of two (very treasured) days that make up a weekend and I learn to really let go upon waking up on this day….

You Who Inspire.

I can’t even begin to wrap my mind around the idea that people come specifically to this little space of mine to read the words that pour out from my heart and soul onto these pages. Gratitude and heart-fullness have my internal cup of humbleness and love spilling over the sides. While writing has been…

Flowering.

“Don’t be ashamed to weep; ’tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also.” On the birth of a new Spring, I’m finding myself longing for an internal cleansing — a Spring cleaning of sorts, but not your typical kind (…or maybe…

An Extra Day.

How often do we get an extra day in life? Three-hundred-&-sixty-five days a year. That’s what we normally plan our lives around…but not this year. Today, February 29th is an extra day. A whole extra day in the year…an extra day that only comes around every four years. Why? Maybe something bigger than ourselves knows that…

My Cup Runneth Over.

You know the kind of people you meet or spend time with that just make you feel so much fuller upon leaving them…? (I know…this question unfortunately has to be rhetorical since we aren’t together, but when I write, I almost always imagine that you & I are nestled in at a cozy coffeeshop, sipping…