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Happy winter, all.

What a time. I luv this season because I luv every last excuse to cuddle in and well, do just that, cuddle. Into myself, into a book, you name it. Winter is such a beautiful season for bringing that much needed balance to our hectic and busy lives. One of the best ways to truly learn this turning inward is to look to the stunning examples that surround us in the natural world- everything gathering inward so that rebirth and the explosive expansion of life might be possible. And just as nature makes herself sparse and simple in these moments, we too, can relinquish our outward sprawling expressions and instead look inward- towards our little wise bits that lay quietly inside.

ibernating are quickly approaching...

Autumn is a rich time of transition: the weather changing from stormy to sun-streaming and back again, calling us to frolic ferociously in the bursting colors of fall foliage, and then sending us running inside with chilly ears and noses!

Perhaps it is time for you to carve out some space for yourself to unwind, recharge, let go, drop in, and allow life's little accumulated stressors to dissolve away. If that is in fact the case, come join me, to tuck ourselves away into Pendle Hill's beautiful retreat center and into the magnificent beauty that is fall. There's nothing like a little time-out to take us deeper in our practice, to allow our overall well-being to thrive, and to bring us back to our lives renewed, rejuved and rejuiced!  

…… so get your worms, kids!

G'mornin y'all!

This here mornin finds me cuddled up with a steamy cup of goat milk chai (!!) watching the Coloradan sun, slow and steady, spill into the valley. Life just doesn't get much sweeter. Granted, i am often chock-full to the brim of superlatives, but..... this really is good stuff. I hope that you are all finding little moments of sweetness around you. 

And on the subject of sweetness.. 

HARVEST RETREAT discounted prices are expiring on Monday!

Autumn Harvest Yoga Retreat and more...

Greetings friends.

Over this past weekend, I found myself beside a lazy river in North Carolina, and as I lay there with the earth under my back and the sky above, it struck me profoundly that I could not think of anything more powerful than the changing of the seasons. I mean, really. What a stupendous miracle of grander than grand proportions. Throughout the ages, there have been scores of rituals and ceremonies around this particular time of year- to celebrate the abundant bounty of the earth, to rest in waves of gratitude, and to take the time to mindfully transition from the seasons of action into those of rest and surrender. In these busy modern times of doing and consuming, it can often be easy to forget about our most sacred connection to the natural rhythms of the earth, and so, it is increasingly important to take time to listen deeply. To connect to that which is alive and that which is dying. And to align ourselves with that greater force. For me, fall has always seemed to possess access to mysterious wisdom. By way of looking to the earth, we connect deeper to our own hearts, and from our hearts, to the earth. So let us drop out, drop in, and savor. Fall, painted in all of her brilliant colors and star-filled nights, makes it awfully darn easy to do so.