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Three words. Eight letters. You know the deal.

Over the last few weeks, there have been several less than awesome things happen, which gave me opportunities to consider this idea of unconditional love. I realized this morning that I have been missing half the equation. There’s this whole … Continue reading

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(un)Grateful

You say I’m ungrateful.  So how’s this for gratitude? THANK YOU for teaching me money won’t buy happiness. THANK YOU for teaching me how to be tough. THANK YOU for showing me how important it is to value what you … Continue reading

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Hard-hat meditations

After a couple hours in viparita karani (legs up the wall) in a hard hat, this is what came out. Maybe it has to hurt so I get to learn. Kinesthetically, of course. Maybe I’m just always going to learn … Continue reading

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On why my wrist says LIFT

Life Is F*ing Tough. In that sense that getting up every morning is a battle. That sometimes crawling out of bed is more than I can wrap my head around. It’s tough in that I have found more concrete walls … Continue reading

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Being. A. Grown-Up. Sucks.

Got up at the butt-crack of dawn to teach a class, because I’m doing what I love. Renewed my license, only to remember my tags are expiring this month. Olly has to go for stabs at the vet and to … Continue reading

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