In my experience...

If I could choose to go to lunch with any celebrity(s), I would choose Jonathon Van Ness, Cheryl Strayed, and Elizabeth Gilbert. I would like to dine with all of them at once. One big brunch. Here is why I choose these three. 

As my life shifts and changes, I desire to become more empowered and conscious about how I use social media and I wanted to share some of what I am going through.  I’ll share three questions I have been asking myself and journaling about, which are leading me in a nice direction. 

Since I started writing and sharing the truth related to my healing journey, I have heard people say various versions of this, “I don’t need to hear, know, or read about other people’s trauma.” 

Last spring, I shared my favorite end-of-the-year adrenal fatigue rescue remedies, and I can hardly believe it; it is already time to prepare a cold kit for the return back to school. I am a speech therapist and choose not to wear a mask because the mouth is a pretty important part of my job. Yes, kids with cute little lisps occasionally spit onto my face. Sometimes, I can see the little droplets floating towards me in slow motion and feel them land. It’s part of the job. Saliva. Sneezes. Snot. Spit. The 4 S’s of being an SLP.  Communication difficulties can make you self-conscious, and these young ones need good support and deserve respect and dignity, making the spit and inevitable seasonal flu an acceptable part of the job for me. 

Today is a day to celebrate

The top five most helpful things I swear by to recover from adrenal fatigue 

When I became conscious of the root of my suffering, I also became conscious of a web of lies extending like mycelium throughout my life.  These lies were keeping me from knowing what had happened to me as a child and how to heal from it. The network of lies was deceivingly thick, and it took a fierce psychological machete to cut through all the BS and get on a path to well-being.

People’s opinions about yoga on social media are a thousand-petal lotus. Each topic explored is a flower, and each opinion, image, and commentary, a petal. They bloom in every direction. It may appear that they are a bunch of shit, depending on where you stand, but from a certain perspective, it's all beautiful. All petals equal. No mud, no lotus. I’m being somewhat sarcastic, but there could be some truth in this metaphor. 

The role of self-inquiry in times of global crisis 

I’ll never forget the day Donald-you-know-who got elected president of the United States. I was living in Nicaragua and was already fed up with how things were going in my home country and personal environment.  I had jumped ship.  I was working remotely, and once I heard the news, I called in sick, and I was sick. I went to the beach and walked up and down the stretch of white sand, tormented by shock and disgust. I could not believe it.  

Accessibility & inclusion in a style of yoga with an intimidating name and reputation

A potential unique to each individual