A letter to the women in prison

To the women in prison, I don’t know you. I don’t know your story or how you got here. And yet a part of me feels I know you already. My sense is it went down something like this: Something was taken from you. Violated, controlled, pushed into a corner, neglected, and/or abused, your senseContinue reading “A letter to the women in prison”

The sacred version of embodiment

“We want them to have an experience of God”, she said. She being, my mentor, coach, and teacher and founder of Embody, Nadia Munla. If you go to her website you will be greeted with an invitation to embody your pleasure, power, and play. Those are beautifully alliterated ways for your mind to wrap itselfContinue reading “The sacred version of embodiment”

Are you dancing with, or running, your business?

Food. Faith. Feminine. These words keep boomeranging back to me. Five or so years ago they were on my website as the placeholders for the women that I wanted to help. Then I gave myself a reality check / had a self-doubt driven panic attack that I couldn’t do this; mostly because I had moreContinue reading “Are you dancing with, or running, your business?”

Sometimes your Yes doesn’t make sense

“Why don’t you move to London?”, said the guy I had been with twice. “What are you afraid of?”, he asked, noticing my hesitation to kiss him as we waited for the night bus. “Do you want to teach Embody?”, when I had never been to a class, didn’t teach movement, and “wasn’t a dancer”.Continue reading “Sometimes your Yes doesn’t make sense”

Sometimes ‘No’ Feels like Sh*t

A bomb went off in my life recently; all because of one word: No. I’ve avoided saying No for most of my life. I was afraid that it would create conflict, make me look selfish, and I thought the right thing to do was to go along with what the other party wanted. Obedience wasContinue reading “Sometimes ‘No’ Feels like Sh*t”

A dedication to your 5 year-old Self

LISTEN TO THE AUDIO VERSION AND JOIN IN THE DANCE ON YOUTUBE When I was 5 years old, I would spend my late afternoons, that witching and waiting hour while mom was cooking dinner and dad was on his way home, dancing around my living room. I wasn’t dancing to cheesy 80’s hits, or moreContinue reading “A dedication to your 5 year-old Self”

What if we’re running the wrong race?

Humans, we need to stop pushing through. Stop sticking to the plan, just for the plan’s sake. Stop packing our schedules to the point where we never have time to pause and tune in. Stop bull-dozing each other (and the planet) to push our agenda forward without considering the impact on the other. I hadContinue reading “What if we’re running the wrong race?”

Me, my yoga mat, and God

Amoeba. That’s what the first half of this year felt like. Parts of my life were dropping like flies and I was left with just me. A single-celled ‘me’, without a defined shape, that could just about slink my way across the floor before it used up all its energy. Taking action, but not really clearContinue reading “Me, my yoga mat, and God”