Motherhood is the Ultimate Yoga It’s a practice. Sometimes it’ll feel easy and lots of times it will feel hard. If you don’t practice your yoga within motherhood, you’ll feel like you’re failing. You’ll let the weight of the failure of all the ways in which you’ve let down the most important people in your life and possibly fucked them up forever hold you hostage. This won’t heal the past but it will impact your future. Yoga of motherhood is allowing everything to be. To accept the wins...

Your yoga practice is a conversation with your nervous system. It’s an intimate talk with your emotional body and letting it be felt somewhere safe. That safe place is your reality. You, where you are. This is the place where those things happen because you are present. You are awake but unconscious most of the day. Practicing what you did yesterday, exactly as you did the day before. You woke up with the same list of gripes and grudges and held onto them tightly because who knows what...

The new lion in your “life or death” response is your phone. Have you found yourself wondering “what has happened to people” and feel like you don’t know anyone anymore. We’re constantly prefacing our conversations so as not to trigger or offend - trigger warning, this blog might bug you. Something has happened to people. Our phones. Our obsession with voyeurism and the access to it 24/7. The kid that had to shut out the lights at 8pm. He’s now up on his phone all night. He doesn’t know why...