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..as well as the soft, the kind, and the creatively caring….

HI DEAR FRIENDS.

We are deep in the heart of women’s history month and i feel so moved by the feminine spirit these last few weeks. I know many of y’all aren’t on social media so i put a link below with some footage of a collaboration done here in San Miguel, with artist Ana Raga for International Women’s Day (check out her art- this woman is spinning lots of beautywebs out there!). It was an evening filled with the sorts of stories that both break and mend a heart, movement, music, art, and dance. A video is being created that will be up on my website in the next month or so. I’ll letcha kno, but until then, you can see some snippets at the links below.

Out like a lion, in like a lamb……
Happy month of unpredictability y’all~

As far as I can tell, the oldest mention of the lion / lamb proverb dates back to 1732, but is probably older than the eighteenth century given that much was shared through story and oral transmission. And you’ve probably heard it in both directions- lion lamb, lamb lion- which is not because people forgot the way the saying goes, but rather that our weather world expresses herself in all sorts of wild ways. If there’s one thing we’ve all saddled up next to this last year, it’s been the unpredictability of existence.

SOMETHING FOR YOU~

Y’all it’s m’birthday!

Well, not yet, but soon :)

So i am all sorts of alone down here in Mexico, which is a contradiction in terms right out of the gate, because no one is ever alone in Mexico! If it isn't the parks full of people enjoying the present moment and one another, or the vintage vw bug passing through the streets inchmeal and with loud speaker- irrefutably reminding you of “your place in the family of things”, then it’s simply the Virgin de Guadalupe whose image is at every turn and in every corner keeping you company (and whose presence is also a surprisingly undeniable and yet, so welcome and benevolent, friend to the dweller of Mexico).

I N T R O D U C I N G

NEW YEAR NEW YOU
(ALONGSIDE OLDER WISER BITS)

In a year where tears have fallen like rain, there is a way that we can be with it all, and let this rain water the plants of our deepest yearning - personally, culturally, collectively, and as a planet.. So that it can land on the soils of our darkest hour.. So that all can be held, suspended, in wet discomfort, and so that it can innovate new life and sprouted growth of untapped and even unfathomed possibility.

I N S I D E : : :
Holiday Schedule
Solstice Gathering
Last-Minute Present Idea - at a Discount
New Year New You Retreat
A Song

INCLUDED INSIDE: MEDITATION FOR SOOTHING AND SITTING WITH OPPOSITES, A MANIFESTO, A POEM, AND MORE WORDS STILL

Words, bones, and breath… i dont know of any better anchors for this wild animal of a mind….

There is much to tap into today. Many feelings of many sorts.

I see… butterflies

.. it’s all a matter of perspective I reckon :)

This week in class we had some fun with the echoes that exist in our innermost regions. For anatomists and lepidopterologists alike, there are so many fun facts and resemblances around these beautiful creatures of flight and the very scaffolding of which we are made.

Hello Friends,

In a world whose line between surreal and real can seem blurry at best, the practice of embodiment feels like a bit of a relief if not an anchor of grave import (playfully punned, see below)**.

Hello dear friends~

This is a shot i took a couple weeks ago while watching the sun drop down over the flatirons. This patch of grass was well nested by the likes of these bones during the pandemic, and became one thing I’m super grateful for- stillness and buns on earth. After years of urban living, a return to ground has been a sweet and necessary coming home.

Dear friends and community,

This week on zoom:

3 classes, 1 meditation, a sharing of worlds of words, and sculpture meets yoga meets sculpted mind/body/breath

This week I’ve been thinking a lot about viewing art, and coming to the body in similar fashion- such a thing to behold! To contemplate the beautiful and miraculous- that inner space of blood and salt, of freedom and pain, of every last wimpier of every last soul, as can be accessed through this mechanism of watching- it astounds me every time. We’ll have all sorts of options for your inner art viewing this wk through the frame of your mat, your mind, and the parameters of presence itself.

To my friends and community,

Here are the updates for this week in yoga:

HELLO DEAR FRIENDS.

I am back from the woods and crawling into my writer’s lair but at the same time so looking forward to coming up for air to practice with y’all and sharing so many things- especially a little sprinkling of the deep woods that I encountered while up in the higher altitudes.

DEAR FRIENDS~

What a week.
This last Thursday, we did a meditation on the natural phenomenon of the black hole. Its miraculousness, as well as the parallels it draws in this brain have been bouncing around ever since. That place where science (and a rudimentary understanding of it at that) meets my imagination is a beautiful playground of wild understanding. I’ve danced on the notion of the gravitational time dilation - that place approaching the event horizon where, to a distant observer, a thing would appear to slow down.

To say I am speechless in most moments is an understatement of the unstable and un-statable.

Nonetheless, I will attempt a few heartscribbles~

For those grieving deeply, my heart goes to you. For those birthing something new, or aspects of themselves that have longed for attention, I send support, and for those unsure about how to be with just about anything, I also send a loving nod in solidarity.

And the day came when collectively and all at once, humanity was ready to crack wide open and heal their most primal wound- that of being birthed into separation. The violence of that moment- of blood and explosion, of vulnerable hearts and lungs gasping and grasping, of uncertainty and despair, of being torn away from what was comfortable and kind- had all been laying dormant in their collective unconscious, But they were ready. For better or worse.

Good morning my friends,

There is so much to say and to feel in this moment, I don’t know quite where to start. While I have enjoyed the long walks and time with my books and ukulele, I am feeling a lot of heartache about the loneliness and lack of resources felt by so many of us.

I don’t know about y’all but over here, life has delivered some real humdingers of some weeks. As mutating pathogens sweep across the globe and the predictable political polarizations and perversities play themselves out on the grand stage of life, the microcosm in this little life has not been that different. And all is as it should be… as the planet turns.

A couple days ago, I landed on the island of women, where the water heals and like all of Mexico, things just make a little more sense to me somehow. I'm gearing up for our creative feminine masterheart/mastermind and have finally finished wrapping up a guided meditation for you.

Howdy friends~

I'm just back from navigating the wilds of Kauai and all of its green magic. It was beautiful and stunning, but back it Boulder, it has definitely made the inevitability of darkness (as in winter) all the more pronounced.