Monday, April 22, 2019

dear mother earth i'm sorry


Dear Earth,
I apologize for us all, for the way in which we have been treating you.
In the ways in which we have been treating each other as well.
We aren’t taking care of this beautiful planet and those that inhabit it.
We must be kinder.
To the ground we stand upon.
To the hearts near and far.
To each soul that is struggling through this journey of life.
We are all walking this path at this time together.
Mother Earth is trying to provide but she is hurting watching as fear grows through us.
We must be more loving.
Treat yourself with more compassion.
Give yourself space to feel and understand your heart.
To not allow the anger or sadness fill you so that you can not see or understand.
Earth can only give as much as you give yourself.
See this planet for all of its life and love.
For all the beauty it provides.
Be softer with your heart.
Hold it tenderly to understand we are all souls feeling so much.
Not paying attention to our bodies. Our temples.
Our homes. Our country.
Our earth.
Each other.
Each soul radiates.
Each soul battles with their story and their identity at different times.
Have more compassion for all those who occupy the soil we all stand upon in this universe.
Mother Earth, I thank you for doing all you can as we try to feel and deal with our confused hearts and misunderstood emotions.
I thank you for every star in the sky that lights a path.
For the moon that is always shining when we need it most.
I thank you for each sunrise and sunset, where colors emerge from the darkness.
For the beauty you have created for us to be more present in ourselves and where our two feet are planted.
Thank you,
a soul trying to love as deeply & compassionately as she can

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

The Girl Who Cried Freedom

Within the span of 8 months I’ve seen him perform twice.
My mind, heart and body were in two different places for each time.
Both stages were days filled with love and laughter.
Except this show I felt deeply within my heart. 


This man from the UK sang of pain and from the dwelling of my heart at this moment, I could feel it. Looking directly at him as his words came from deep within his soul and filled the room. I planted my feet on the ground to be able to allow the music in. As my body filled with its power, my hand clutched my heart.
He was feeling his pain as he revived his heart to tell his story.
Using that honesty of his emotions to reveal his story.
The words seeped into my aching heart and it burst. My eyes filled with tears slowly.
As he felt, the entire room felt the rawness of his heartbreak.
He opened his heart to show it to this small intimate room in Orlando.
Feeling and hearing the words illuminating what I couldn’t describe deep within.
I felt a release. A spiritual connection and letting go during his performance. His art.
He looked at the audience with the lights on.
Thanked them for giving him their time, for time is so precious.

Time is such a fascinating concept. The growth that happens as it passes by.
You don’t realize it until you are faced in similar surroundings or emotions.
The time to feel, to allow what needs to flow to come through.
As days pass, things begin to feel less.
As months go by, things feel differently.
The first time I saw him was in Paris at a free concert that we happened to find ourselves at. I discovered him months before when his music reoccurred in my yoga playlist because of the power of his voice and the instrumentals. Seeing his name on the weekend festival flyer, I knew I was destined to see him perform live. It was outside in the sunshine and I felt the joy within his lyrics and his energy. For I was among my two girlfriends letting inspiration consume us.

Music has this way of letting you feel emotions that you can’t truly convey. This understanding of your heart as you surrender to feeling it.
I woke up the next morning with these lyrics echoing inside me. 

“Oh, please be good to me
Oh save my soul and lead me home
I've been running for far too long
Oh, please be good to me” 
I surrender to this moment. 
To not run anymore, but to feel.

(All pictures taken by me in Paris, France July 2018, I was too present to take pictures at this last show)

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

empowered women empower women | found it in buti bliss

We live in a time where sisterhood is at its strongest vibration. Where we can connect with women that allow us the space to grow and vibrate together. Women radiate when they feel positive and peaceful with who they are and they want those around them to feel the same.
Empowered women empower women. 
If we treated each other as equal and supported one another, we can all rise together. We waste too much energy feeling threatened by each other, when we can focus on uplifting one another. I worked in a primarily women corporate company. Each day I watched as insecure women rose to the top and used their authority to push those wanting to grow further into monotonous tasks and spaces not to speak. They would belittle and bully individuals below them. I knew it came from a place of unhappiness and lack of confidence. From a fear of losing their position and ability to control, they made sure to not teach for fear we could grow beyond.
As hard as they tried, they couldn’t break me. I knew the strength I had. I had someone who sat by me and reminded me each day when she saw me down with passion and aggression “you are better than this, you will rise”.

Within those same walls I found women that radiated and our connections were instantaneous. The experience provided me the closest and most supportive women, whose spirits motivated me and saw my potential when I didn’t feel fully there yet.

Every week I would go to a Buti yoga class to be reminded of how women could empower each other. The studio always had their doors open wide to comfort me when I felt myself losing my shine. Each week we all stood in front of a mirror.

Women of every body type, age, and career path coming together to focus on giving their bodies self love. We allowed our bodies to move without rules or limits of how it should look. Releasing judgement towards ourselves and those around us. A power of women coming together. Raw, sweaty, & not perfect. Just being in their bodies to release grips we hold as women in our hearts. 
Buti is Maharathi for a cure that has been hidden or kept secret. I felt each week I was awakening the truest form of me as I flowed in that class.

After I quit and traveled the world for a few months, I missed the bliss I felt after the intense movement of the class. I missed the women and the energy I experienced. Yoga gave me peace of mind. Buti gave me an empowered, sexy feeling of union with women as a whole.

When I returned from my travels I became certified during an intense two day packed training. It pushed me to become more vulnerable and strengthen my power. Learning more about the practice revealed its influence it had on me and the room of women wanting to become teachers as well.

This practice made me believe in women when I felt the most betrayed by them in my daily life. I love teaching it because of the awakening it could possibly provide others. But most of all, its so fun and empowering!

My best friend said after I taught my first class “doing Buti with friends is like having sex with friends in a platonic way. I am rooting for you! I look sexy! You look sexy! We doing this!

Let us stand in our power. 
Let us love each other. 
In turn it allows us to love ourselves with passion & stimulating adoration.