Light’s Magic

Walking our dog, Biscuits, the other morning the spell of this sight captured me. Spoke wellness to my soul. Breathed peace into my being. Whispered secrets of delight to my heart. Gladdened me from head to toe. And left me feeling radiant. Light is practical, universal magic of the most incredible sort. It spotlights beauty. … Continue reading Light’s Magic

Escaping the “Boxes” We Get Put in to Become More Wildly Alive

Expectations can be like prisons.  One of my most powerful memories is from after I graduated university and was working at Costco while I figured my future out.  My high school Honors Chemistry teacher came thru the register I was boxing items for, looked at me with equal parts confusion, friendliness, and disappointment, and said she … Continue reading Escaping the “Boxes” We Get Put in to Become More Wildly Alive

From Afraid and Disconnected to Peaceful and Loving: How My Views of God Have Shaped My Life

One of my favorite yoga teachers talks about connecting with "the God of your understanding".  Aside from wisely noting every person has a different conception of the Divine, I hear Seane Corn as pointing to something I increasingly find True: Whether we're a theist, atheist, agnostic, or all three, our mental image of God greatly shapes … Continue reading From Afraid and Disconnected to Peaceful and Loving: How My Views of God Have Shaped My Life

The Wound is the Place Where the Light Enters You

#love #lovealone #onlylove #shine #bestlife #yoga #bliss #kindness #personalgrowth #transformation #joy #peace #wholeness #upwardspiral #kitsaphotyoga #sweetsantoshayoga #ashesyoga #blissology #blissarmy #wound #light #Rumi #winter #Christmas #solstice #darkness #selfstudy #Svadhyaya #alcoholicsanonymous Cheers to You! When I was in the Air Force, I learned the magic comes from the mess.  The elite warfighters weren't flawless.  They were the ones who … Continue reading The Wound is the Place Where the Light Enters You

Giving Ourselves Permission to Cry, Wail, & Moan

One of my earlier memories is from a dirt clog fight with friends in Kanas.  Picture a snowball melee with dried clumps of dirt.  In our childhood enthusiasm, one of my friends pegged me in the face ... with a rock hidden at the center of the soil.  Ouch!  While the girl I had a … Continue reading Giving Ourselves Permission to Cry, Wail, & Moan

Minimalism, the Power of the Pause, and Wholehearted Living

Cheers to you! I struggle with making time to pause, rest, and slow down.  Can you relate?  Aside from the volume of things that have to be done and what I “think” I have to do, there's SO many people, places, and experiences I want to enjoy.  It's super easy for the suitcase of Lisa … Continue reading Minimalism, the Power of the Pause, and Wholehearted Living

The Rain’s Secret (A Poem)

"The rain told me a secret this morning," "It wants to let you in on it too," she shared. So, outside I sat, quieted, receptive, and slowed, Listening to the murmurs of small splashes.   As I settled, the waterfall of noise resolved, Into sounds of singular gifts of nourishment landing. A soft tune in … Continue reading The Rain’s Secret (A Poem)

Enlightenment is the Journey from My & Mine to Our & Ours

Cheers Beloved! I wonder if the terrible twos are because that's when kids start thinking and acting in terms of "my" and "mine"?  What's more, I'd ask if as a society we live stuck in our terrible twos?  Seriously!  The more I think and speak in terms of "my"/"mine", the smaller, more selfish, anxious, angry, … Continue reading Enlightenment is the Journey from My & Mine to Our & Ours

Letting the Spirit of “How May I Be of Service” Guide Us

In telling my story lately, my eyes have been opened to two key words in my life: Lack and Enough.  While insecurities bias me toward a space of lack, wherein I find my worth in the number of students in my classes, the amount of "likes" on social media, the volume of tasks I get … Continue reading Letting the Spirit of “How May I Be of Service” Guide Us

Everyone Belongs, There’s More Than Enough

Cheers Beloved! My first memories are from Germany.  My dad was in the Army, so I lived in Western Germany twice before I turned 12.  Growing up in a foreign land, living under the threat of nuclear war, having to stay inside because of Chernobyl, watching soldiers with assault rifles protect my elementary school because of … Continue reading Everyone Belongs, There’s More Than Enough