the compulsive need to prove
The voice of, "but who will like me if I don't .... " shows up as a constant need to prove our worth in order to belong. We may not consciously believe that we should have to "do stuff" to feel that we have value, but when the pressure is on, or something really matters, this core insecurity can creep into the driver's seat.
for those who are letting go
If you are in the throes of letting go, it can feel like without warning the seams of your world are coming apart. As they split, your own skin is removed too. What is revealed, is tender and unsure. The ground below, once a steady predictability you rarely gave a second thought, now wobbles and shifts.
Perhaps you sigh more hoping to lift some of this heaviness. Or maybe you hold regrets that intermittently darken your gaze.
why we don’t follow our intuition
We've all made choices that conflict with our intuition and then looked back and wished we'd trusted what some part of us already knew. We might feel down about ourselves when this happens. Maybe we experience shame, embarrassment, and anger. Perhaps we close the blinds and don't want to tell anyone what has happened for fear of being met with the proverbial "I told ya so."
Following our head over our body is not a personal defect. This is something we've been trained to do -- often from very early on in our lives.
between inhalations
The waxing and waning of the moon, flooding and ebbing of the tides, blossoming and decaying of the fruit, and so forth are a kind of breath. In and out, expansion and contraction, becoming and releasing. From a zoomed-out perspective, there's impartiality to the process. The cycle simply is. Tracking this dance orients us. There's something comforting about recognizing the season of a thing. Where things get tricky, however, is not trusting this process in our own lives.
why i wrote a book
Decolonizing the body hits bookshelves on March 1. It is my story -- but it’s also a guide to unhook from internalized feelings of “less than,” a celebration of all bodies and a reminder that the body is our portal to spirit, ancestors, ritual and deep time, so you can use it too.
finding wisdom in what aches
My knee is tired. This simple truth lands in my chest like the thud of the old-school yellow pages on a hard desk. There's a heaviness here I've been dutifully avoiding. My knee is tired. It's tired of running, tired of pushing, tired of jumping, tired twisting and bending, tired of extending beyond itself to get just ... a little ... further.
And when I hear my knee, when I can really let these words in, I get it. Yeah knee, I'm fucking tired too.
an incredible array
There are so many things I love about this great city -- the food, the pace, the shows -- but what really brings me here is the thrill (and edge) of bumping up against so much humanity. We are an incredible array of style, language and movement; our wants, priorities, aversions -- it's all on display.