Wrestling with Perfectionism
To sit in my essence, to wear it like my skin and have the comfort of a favorite blanket I must lighten my load....
Open to Love
As a hopeless romantic, I enjoy Valentine’s Day. Watching people make kind gestures toward one another or large-scale spectacles. The creativity is a joy...
Fighting the Sads
In September, while I sat on Santa Monica Beach it was overcast, cool in the low 60s. The hills partially obscured by clouds, the...
Demon Time
I believe that personal growth and being able to operate from the higher self requires looking at, inquiring about, and poking at the things...
The Birth of Jade Jaguar
My purple Baboon to the Moon bag has a towel, knee pads, a notebook, grip aids, yoga blocks, and Pleaser heels in it. I’m...
What Are You Hiding From
“So we’re gonna heal, we’re gonna start again. You’ve brought the orchestra, synchronized swimmers, you are the magician. Pull me back together again the...