I am too exhausted to write all the things I want to say. But this is clear and true and real and here and happening right now: there is far too much pain in the world. 

Layers
and layers
and layers
of trauma. 

Rolling solo. 
On Monday my godfather said I was one of those people who was in relationship with the Universe. 
A nice way of saying “perpetually single” I suppose. 
Single is pretty sweet, 
until it’s not. 

Paradise. 
It is not without its polarities. 
I’ve always known I am a
go between. 
One who can walk between worlds. 

I used to draw You
As me
As woman
As tree.
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Root intertwined
with rock. Fruit
hanging full and sweet. 

Tonight the sisterhood gathered...

Humans are meaning making machines. We define and determine what things mean in order to navigate our world with more ease. 
 

In the quickening pace of the modern world we find ourselves in an epidemic of busy and tired.
 

Creating Sacred Space is one of my favorite things, maybe even one of my superpowers. 

The visible roots
of a sturdy tree
remind me
to return to my foundations, 
build from my foundations, 
grow from my foundations.

It's mornings like these that I fall in love again. 
In love with this island and its staggering beauty.
In love with this practice of yoga and its depths and nuance. 
In love with those who show up to connect to their bodies more deeply. 
In love with the endless potential for self discovery. 

We live in a culture that clips our wings. It tells us the power, the magic, the possible is somewhere out there. 
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It disconnects us from our source and our truth in its attempts to contain us and make us the same. 

I believed I wasn't worthy, 
while insatiably hungry
to be seen
as special
and extraordinary.

I was 13 when hurricane Iniki hit Kauai. I lived in a house at the foot of the Sleeping Giant & watched the storm tear my neighborhood apart from my kitchen window. The island was ravaged & it's always been a wonder to me that not more than our roof was lost...

embodied women
are devoted to the Truth,
and are committed
to coming back to the Real.
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Sometimes I read the posts of others & think, "Oh, yes..." before the inner voice chimes in & says, "They have it all figured out. They can articulate, what I cannot." 
But the truth is, that is false. . .

Whatever noise is in your individual reality or our global world, turn down the volume by rooting yourself back into the fabric of existence, back into the wisdom of earth and sky, back into the #elemental pulse of embodied life. Turning toward your self, soul and center is a revolutionary act that puts the power of change back in your hands. .

I find my way
by resting back,
into the sand, the land,
the great mother drum.

I feel like I'm just waking up. 
Waking up from a dream
where I'm lost in the woods
and all the markers I've left
to be sure I can find my way, 
dissolved into new shapes.

Sometimes we just need space to reflect, review + re-vision. We need to disconnect to reconnect. We need to read something new to spark new connections + fresh inspiration. We need to melt into the moment with the sun on our skin + the breeze in our hair. We need to write down our prayers + in spontaneous ritual burn them as offering + release. 

i know you're hungry for success, fulfillment, confidence, connection (defined on your terms of course). you want to bring your gifts forward and be recognized, acknowledged and appreciated. you want to stop operating in survival mode and tap into your capacity to thrive. but the question is always the same... how?