Filling Your Self Love Cup

When I was younger I acquired shelves upon shelves of journals. Different sizes, different colors, different scents. One purpose. Writing was my healing salve. My pen was the vessel through which I bled my soul…

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Leaning into Resistance

It’s been several months since I’ve spent intentional time on my practice or with myself. I roll out my mat, I stare at it, I fumble a little. But I don’t show up and I…

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Why Yoga

Yoga found me at what I believed to be my rock bottom point emotionally and mentally. I was lost. I had completely depleted myself in relationships and connections through over compensation with the intention of…

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