Dear "Light Worker" You're Not Going to Want To Read This

We the souls riding the wave in this human experience have become quite uncomfortable with the day to day workings of living or how to make one on this planet. 
In a large percentage of my readings and coaching, questions like "what is my souls purpose?", or "what is my perfect job?" are often the focus.

The wake, eat, work, pay bills, don't eat because you paid bills, try to sleep trappings of our modern society is soul crushing at times.  I personally find myself wondering how best we can make our time here on the earth ship more fruitful, more fun, less stressful and leaning into the real work which is relationships, connection, being of service and elevating mankind to no avail.
If you have a life, if you live in the western society it's hard to escape the pervasive nine to five culture. In addition, it's hard to navigate the dark mental, spiritual, emotional side effects of our socio-economic structure.

If you are a light worker, if you identify…

Cheers to 2017's keen evolution & a prayer for next year.

A humbled look back.....minus any nightcap I'd have leaned on in previous seasons. 
I made it!  I have been dry 365 days
Caught myself admitting that I picked a fine year to exorcise these spirits a handful of times! Through both hell and high water, victory is about to be mine regardless of  how many petitions, phone calls or texts I've sent the government, gritting my teeth wanting whiskey to wash them all down.
Outside circumstances, the shit show spews hot garbage water worldwide!
It may continue a little while longer. The news gives me no solid hope.
But I've come to a place of peace, knowing it is beyond just me in so many ways. And my world, my neighborhood, my street, my clients, family and friends - that is my responsibility.
Flexibility and sovereigntyhowever I find more suitable to my personal needs. And sobriety, well that feels like an added superpower in case you were wondering.

Mercy, grace, absolution.

Thirty days at the beginning of 2017, found me on…

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…

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 …