after I sit.

The seeker asks why?IMG_6814_2

and the heart says to trust

and the tears fall for no reason or every reason

I lean into the suffering of us all

while the beauty of today seems

like a magical dream

living with my soul- letting the heart guide me feels so scary

not a habit or a hurry

just a deeper understanding of all

that was buried and still


each year

each day

each moment

each practice

let her go. be free I ask

stop trying so hard

you dont have to be amazing, she says

relief. gratitude. tears again.

relax, the gripping begins to loosen. realizing new layers of self and identity that are old news, really.

be free sweet soul- go


do not be careless with now.

wild & precious life

many times a week I ask myself, ” what is it you plan to do with your one wild &precious life?”

I stop & breathe.

Do I want to increase my commitments?

Do I want to start a new business? Open another studio?

Do I want to write a book?

What will I do NEXT?

Right now, this is what I know to be true.

with this wild & precious life I want to LIVE with joy & laughter.

I want millions of snuggles with my two insanely wonderful children.

I want to pet my dog without feeling like I should be anywhere else.

I want to do GOOD WORK in this world. I want to make a difference, in my community. I want to share my story & here yours.

I want deep connections, meaningful relationships & to not feel alone.

I want love. love,

I want healthy food, delicious wine & kisses from my husband.

I NEED to stretch & breathe& sweat daily…

I want to inspire freedom in others, to be creative, to hold a hand, to listen.

I want to learn, to ask, to not know, to feel.

And I want to keep asking the question..until my last breath- ” What is it you plan to do with your one wild & precious life?”

A reminder..

The Summer Day

Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?