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I’d give up every sunset Every good nights rest

I’d give up every sunset
Every good nights rest
Every delicious bite
Every thing that I once thought mattered
For one-more-time.

One more time to feel their embrace; a hug that could make anyone feel safe and loved.

One more time to hear their laugh that lives like a faint echo in my heart.

One more time to look in to their eyes and see the reflection of unconditional love.

One more time to say god, I love you.

But that time isn’t coming—so I take my time to say what I need to say, to do what I need to do, and give full permission to feel what I feel. Because there simply might not be one-more-time.

Who do you miss, who do you love, where are you holding back? Tell me, I’m listening + feeling it with you this precious day to live one-more-time.

How can I tell you about who I am when I don’t e

How can I tell you about who I am when I don’t even know her yet. I can tell you stories of who I once was, I can tell you things I’ve learned, places I’ve traveled, experiences I’ve had.

But to really know who I am, walk beside me and let’s see together who is emerging.

May we all walk besides one another and get to know the Truth of who is there rather than the story of who they once were.

When comfort stands in the way of a true sense of

When comfort stands in the way of a true sense of freedom and liberation….it may be time to become comfortable being uncomfortable.

Because maybe, just maybe, being uncomfortable—one-more-time-will lead you to the greatest love you have ever known,
the deepest Truth you have ever felt,
a steady sense at feeling undeniably at home in the universe. Maybe you will awaken joy, actual peace and the healing you’ve been craving.

And, maybe not.

So the question becomes, is the risk worth it? What’s the price of not?

Where is comfort like a seductive lover, keeping you “here” instead of playing over “there”? And what would it take to get uncomfortable—one-more-time?

Tell me, I’m here, listening.

For a breath, I fell in to the well of Love. A Lov

For a breath, I fell in to the well of Love.
A Love available at every moment.
A Love that awakens, moves, pulsates.
A Love that reflects only Truth.
A Love that mirrors Beauty.

To taste, to savor, to remember, to be called to live an awakened life. Not always a comfortable one, but at the end of all of this to know it was an honest one.

What is awakening in you? I’m curious + I’m listening.

I hope I wake up tomorrow for another chance… A

I hope I wake up tomorrow for another chance…

Another chance to feel the pull of love…

Another chance to watch my heart outside of myself chase fireflies in the forest…

Another chance to practice letting go again and again and again…

Another chance to walk the path of intimacy…

If you get another chance….what would you wish for? Tell me, I’m listening. 💗

I want to hear the thunder, not your cell phone I

I want to hear the thunder, not your cell phone

I want to share a moment in time with you, not a selfie

I want to sit around a fire and tell stories, not watch one on YouTube

I want to seek the truth,
not argue about who “owns” the way

I want to find solutions, not point the finger

I want to have the conversation, not cancel the person

I want to know the most pure and sincere version of myself, not your opinion of me

I want to share, not teach. I want to risk, not shrink. I want to savor, not race. I want to seek, not know.
I want quiet, not comfort.

And in my wanting, I find my way to my Truth. One step at a time…..

What is calling you closer to your Truth. Tell me, I’m listening.

Coming together again. Diving into the ache in the

Coming together again.
Diving into the ache in the heart.
Daring the wild unknown.
And finding ourselves drenched in freedom.

I didn’t know what to expect teaching for the first time in person….all I can say is my heart is full, my faith is high and my hope is strong.

One more day soaking in the magic.

It is a privilege to seek.
It is a privilege to share what I find.

Thank you @tellurideyogafestival ….you are magicians.
So much more to say, for now I sleep knowing everything is going to be ok.

Sometimes to heal, all we need to do is hold the p

Sometimes to heal,
all we need to do is hold the parts that hurt. Acknowledge the parts that have been ignored.
And let yourself feel how much it actually hurts.
And rest knowing you have begun the journey of healing from the inside out.

A million ways there—may we all find our way.

Tell me, what are you healing,
feeling,
holding,
acknowledging?

I have been quiet for some time. Sitting, feeling,

I have been quiet for some time. Sitting, feeling, holding, challenging, + remembering. Remembering what I love—I love being “in the conversation”.

I am hosting a FREE online conversation series—Daring the Wild Unknown. The first call in this series is Tuesday June 1, 2021 at 7pm EST. Link in bio to learn more or to sign up.

Space is limited.
I’m not trying to sell you anything (well, I always want you to buy my book-this book was written for these times)—I simply want to share my love of being in the conversation.

I’d love to see you. Invite or tag a friend, let’s dive in, chat, ponder, ask the unanswerable questions and hold space for the mystery.

*Title inspired + with permission from my friend and teacher @lorinroche

{My beautiful mother is still alive...this is to a

{My beautiful mother is still alive...this is to all of us + the ways in which we "lose" our mamas}.

A poem.
Stay mama.

I wanted her to stay longer.
And hold me, and simply be by my side for one more minute.
I wanted her to brush my hair away from my face and gently rub my forehead.

I wanted her to stay and tell me one more story.
And kiss me one more time and tell me that no one could ever love me like she did.

I wanted her to remind me again that I was her favorite person on the planet.

I wanted to watch her cook and the way she cut apples one more time.
And be in awe by the way she put on her makeup while I sat on the bathroom floor.

I wanted to lay in sun on the living room floor giggling about nothing.

I wanted to hold her hand and feel the way she squeezed me back one more time.
And feel like nothing bad could ever happen because she was right there.

I wanted to open my mailbox and see one more letter with her handwriting.

I wanted her to listen to me without me ever asking how she was doing.
And then calling her back hours later and saying I was sorry, and never for a moment did she care.
I wanted to call her and ask her all the questions I never asked and savor her voice, her laugh, and the way she called me sweetheart.

I wanted to stay the little girl who felt special just because she was my mama.
And always feeling at home because I had her even if she was far away.
I wanted her to stay even when it didn’t seem that way.

I wanted her to stay when I was sad and hurt and confused and alone.
I wanted her to stay when the world didn’t make sense and I didn’t know where to turn.
I wanted her to stay and tell me everything was going to be okay.

But instead she had to go…
And I had to learn
To love her and let her go, and walk the long journey to find the great mother—the infinite mother that could hold me, support me, love me and challenge me to feel the eternal connection that has always been here, in every moment of every breath. To find the mother inside of me.

Tell me, what has your mama taught you—intentionally or not. Tell me a memory you love about your mama. Tell me the way you are mothering yourself. I’m here, listening. 💗