Lightening Up Your Feed

You're hurting. It's palpable. Something awful has happened. You've been fired, someone has betrayed you, you lost a battle perhaps you didn't even know you were fighting .                           We feel you.
In your day to day life, your energy speaks it through your verbal/non verbal communication. It's tough. We gather around and support you in your time of need.
We ask that you be healed. We want that for you, please - also, want that for you -  and take a pause - sit with your event and the lessons. Call on your guides. Call in the Angels. Cry when necessary. Do not be afraid to ask your close friends for help.
We feel you.
But in reference to the big picture, the great big one with all of the outcomes and lessons learned and the pain and suffering transformed, there is a commitment that's important to your own dignity, your self respect, your on and off line reputation that's imperative to your healing process & I think it's about ti…

The Sum of all Jitters

Monday, I leave my precious, beautiful and sacred bubble of Jim Thorpe for New York City to embark on my first week of Kundalini Yoga teacher training.  This learning adventure will stretch over the course of the next eight months. It's something that has been pulling at my heart for the last five years in terms of spiritual and physical evolution.

 And naturally with most new personal mega shifts or changes comes a tinge of fear. 
Yes, it's normal.  Don't use my words against me. But the 17 year old who lives somewhere inside of me sits up, batting her eyes so that I take notice.  She thanks me for honoring our future. She is excited for possibility and for helping others, always. But she bites her lip "even though we've come so far regarding our body image, even though we've done so much self love/self esteem work over the years, I'm still scared to wear white pants."

And I feel her..

It's not because I stain every white piece of clothing I o…
She said tell me EVERYTHING  I should and shouldn't know Tell me my strengths,  my faults I can take it C'mon hit me with it,  I know I need to grow
Do this one thing for me I'm begging you please Tell me wise woman please say what I need to hear and see
I can't tell you anything that you don't already know I can't tell you who you are or which way you should grow
The wisest of wisdom I could give to thee: Treat other people the way you want to be treated  and soon enough it will make sense Spirit, Mary, Buddha & Jesus, I pray that one day you'll see
But kudos for you to ask the girl who's heart you broke. Namaste.

A Suicide Berceuse.

This is for you the broken hearted.This one is for you who can’t get out of bed and for you who may be finding it so damn hard to return the texts, emails and phone calls from anyone. 
This one is dedicated to those who having a hard time showing up because even thinking about showing up is too much energy. 
This one is for you who can’t seem to move on after the loss of a beloved. It’s for the ones whose days gone by are better than the days you’ve been wading through.This is for all of you who can’t catch a break financially, romantically or dream wise and wonder what it's all for.
The world has an immeasurable void in it. Constant pain inflicted from headlines or bylines is palpable. You’re unsure of your footing on our planet because the ground beneath you is unstable even when the sun shines otherwise. 
This one is for you who have contemplated at least once, perhaps even more than once about pressing the eject button on life. It’s here that you are in good company. It's…

Judge Your Own Damn Self.

Calling all creatives.
Cringe. A lot. Then expand.
Rise above when the daylight breaks.
Everything you have made until this point
was decent but I am talking decent for shit.

Get off your ass, get out there and approach life
from the deepest place of expression you possibly can.

What will that look, sound,
smell, feel like?

Light it up for me and for all of those in need.

Dance, because it's all burning down.

Chaos doesn't whisper, ever.
It screams at the top of it's lungs and breaks bottles while the record skips for the thirty sixth time.
Chaos erupts as you realize you've run out of all of the food and supplies. Worse, you're miles from the nearest store and you forgot to fill up the gas tank because you were short on cash anyway.
The establishment is against you. Taxing you at every turn. You can't afford to breath let alone keep the roof over your head. F the man.

The only thing you can do is pick the needle up, skip to the next melody and dance.
It's all we have really.
We can create moments where we choose to turn off the outside world, release the things we can't change and safely navigate our hips through the beat, sweating out the tears we really wish we could cry on a daily basis because shit is ....(FILL IN THE BLANK WITH YOUR OWN EXPLETIVE.)

My dear, my dear! It's all burning down now.  Everything is on fire and it's all burning down.
We …

Here are my demands.

Everyday, dozens of questions come at me via text, email, voicemail, Facebook,
instagram and on the street. My late friend Tommy encouraged me to answer every single one because every one, EVERYONE matters.  And yes, I truly do believe that.

In my spiritual practice, my intention is to hold space with those who are looking to open up more, to be inspired, to touch possibility then take that into their world and light the next candle closest to them. Every day I pray for healing - for you, for the good of all.
That is what fires me up. That is what gets me pumped in the morning when I'm dancing solo in my kitchen getting ready to take on the day, bringing on the good vibes!

Sure, I may see things other ignore. And true, I've been known to serve as a line between the physical and the unseen.  But what's most important is that I am a soul, just like you having a human experience. With that comes the same trials, tribulations and concerns you have on a daily basis
- trust me…