Christmas Gifts Meaning

What is Christmas to you? While we talk about “the meaning of Christmas”, it occurs to me Christmas gifts meaning, in that: To me, it's celebrating that something more Beautiful, Loving, and True can be born here and now. Christmas reminds us Divine goodness can flood our lives and reality. It’s an invitation to rejoice … Continue reading Christmas Gifts Meaning

What We “See” is What We Become

The beauty of this scenery captivated me the other day … For years, I've walked past this bit of lush green loveliness, on my way to the yoga studio, without noticing it. It's tucked away a bit off the side of the highway, so isn't in your face (so to speak) but takes little effort … Continue reading What We “See” is What We Become

Our Darkest Dark Reveals Our Brightest Light

Darkness. What’s your relationship with it? As we approach the literal darkest day of the year, I’m reminded going fully INTO my metaphorical darkness is the path to my brightest lightness. It’s no mistake that Christmas, a celebration of Light, was originally on the winter solstice. It took truly facing the depths of my porn addiction, for … Continue reading Our Darkest Dark Reveals Our Brightest Light

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)