When I say problem, I mean actually living your life for YOU and not for other people.

Parents are weird. They’re like deeply flawed humans who fill the most important, super-human roles in our lives…

I feel as if I’m studying motherhood from the outside looking in, understanding the mechanisms in a different, more objective manner.

The more we can stay connected to the truth and realness of our physical vessels and surroundings, the more connected we become to peace. As life is but a dream, our bodies are divine.

Self-sabotage is actually self-protection when a part of us that doesn’t want to change feels threatened or unseen by the part that DOES want to change something.

The week before I came to Mexico, I was so depressed that I wouldn’t leave my bed for days.

I’ve spent a lifetime inside my head, thinking and seeking and thinking again.

Everything in your reality is a mirror, reflecting back to you the content of your own thoughts, the degree of your own growth.

In modernity, we are living in such disharmony with natural order; something we have a biological system for, something that is designed to foster stable sexual relationships, is being programmed and shamed out of us.

Consecutive months in solitude did break me in a way, as tough as I think I am.

When we are living in our fullness, with our walls knocked down, sinking deeply into our own authenticity, magic happens.

If the truth has nothing to hide, why has there been such an effort to hide certain truths?

Three weeks into quarantine, I was walking through the produce section of Whole Foods when I realized- I am completely and totally high.

The more open we are to being wrong, the more on track we become, the stronger we become, the more whole we become.

Everyone finds their way back home eventually, in one form or another. And even despite all the change, the growth, the transformation (or maybe because of it), it feels so good.

This dis-ease I felt, however, was not the city itself, but the home of my own body, my own mind, and after years of intensively healing myself, I’ve been hearing my heart harkening me back.

The truth is, men have fought wars over women, have jeopardized empires over women, have BUILT empires to obtain women. And masculine and feminine energies are complimentary to one another, needing each other, and very different.

Lately I've been battling my perfectionism, that hyper-critical voice I learned to internalize growing up, at war with myself again it seems.

Humans, like the earth, live in seasons, and each season has a different energy, a different focus.

We do this work, not for the sea of people content with normalcy. We do it for ourselves, and remind ourselves of who we are.