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Courage grows out of fear and imperfection. It grows on it’s own trajectory, and takes time and tending to • we often over-think and under-do, by comparing bodies and shapes when success breeds out of time and patience. whether we are apples or pears, skinny or curvy, a shade of white or brown, all booty or bust, get your feet grounded to the mat and honor the courage it takes to arrive, day in and day out • it’s been 12 years of a solid practice and even though I’m still using the wall, I’m honoring my support beam and opening my chest a little bit more than yesterday • breathe in patience, breathe out resistance and honor your humble wild being

My next submission has been posted at The Village Magazine entitled, On Fathers. I’ve struggled long and hard for 29+ years to redefine what father means to me, as I was raised in a blended family, was adopted by my amazing step-father, and in the recent year have nourished a relationship with my half sister, with who we share an estranged biological father. It wasn’t until over the last year of being parents that I have learned to value and admire the challenges and triumphs of watching a man become a father.

This guy right here is our constant, and I’m so grateful to have him by my side as I traverse the ebbing waters of being a mother and a woman. Let us raise our son to be fierce and courageous, but soft and forgiving, for every man’s journey is long and trying.

My next submission is posted on The Village Magazine website. This entry I’m sharing my struggles with breastfeeding and the infamous hashtag #breastisbest. I’d love your feedback, as this conversation was hard for me to start, but essential for my growth as a mama. My hope is to encourage more of us to live our best and spend less time defending our best. Please share your own thoughts and experiences!

life is all shades of chaotic these days and I find myself spending more time in route to a pose, as opposed to conquering on. When the world gets heavy and my shoulder blades are sunken by stress and worry or my chest does not open to the sky like origami, I let go and commit to the mat.

life doesn’t get any more in the moment than that

there will never be enough time in the day or quarters in the glass change jar. the sun may not peek through the clouds for days, the words may not be audible or legible, and strangers may not greet me in their passing, but I am closer to a place of knowing what I need the most to grow, despite the imperfect variables and missed opportunities. I will continue to wear my heart on the outside of my chest, instead of hanging it safe beneath my ribcage, because quite honestly there is no more room for disappointment, missed friendships, or deflated passions. I wear my good intention for a purpose larger than selfishness, and I will continue to admire the strength and bravery that grows out of cultivating quiet rejuvenating moments, even if the world is moving on ahead without me

breathe in patience, breathe out resistance - who’s with me?