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When Fear is Upon Us - Healing Samskara

When Fear is Upon Us - Healing Samskara

Letting go of the things I never thought I could means they no longer hold weight. They will no longer distract me, wake me up at night, and threaten to occur. I no longer have to prevent them from happening.

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All In

All In

I adjust my right foot behind me and wiggle it deeper into the sand, trying to utilize the softness. I rotate both thigh muscles up and inward toward my hip sockets, and I lift my chest further to the sky. My core wraps tightly around my back and waist, and I find my unwavering conviction within the pose – the perfect balance between letting go and holding on.

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To Make a Beginning

To Make a Beginning

Maybe wind blew through my hair. Maybe I tripped on a stray pebble on the sidewalk. But something spoke to me – this isn’t a life sentence. I hadn’t signed a contract giving my soul away or declaring this to be the final decision I ever make. This is only something that is happening right now. And the right now is always perfect.

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Freshly Cut Grass, and an Apology

Freshly Cut Grass, and an Apology

Now that I’m single, my husband’s old chores, like cutting the grass and changing hallway lightbulbs, have become my rights of passage – mundane daily reminders that I am capable of more than I gave myself credit for. Likewise, the domestic rituals that used to define me no longer hold the same weight or smell of the same resentment.

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An Open Heart

An Open Heart

Empty alleys behind the building became our runway. Doorways and overhangs provided a perfect frame, and crumbling brick walls added a soft edge. The sun shined down on us, but not too brightly that it overexposed the photos. Regular women, my friends, posed beautifully despite never having modeled – authentic smiles, laughter, and confidence in their bodies. The vibe was real, and fun.

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The Power of Tribe at Mommy Con

The Power of Tribe at Mommy Con

I wanted to relieve the pressure from her back, massage the sore muscles in her feet, and take her 2 year old for a walk around the hotel so she could breathe. I wanted to hand her a sparkling glass of lemonade and direct her to a soft bed to lie down on. She appeared bogged down with kids, luggage, and information.

But really, I wanted to tell her that all this “stuff” is completely up to her – that when we’re bombarded with products and advice and information, it’s easy to lose sense of our own knowledge and power.

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