As much as I know this time of quarantine is about slowing down and diving in deep within the self, I have to admit that I often have moments during which I feel like I’m falling behind—not doing enough, not producing enough, not taking advantage of every second of tim...

This picture was taken on March 1, the last time I drove the boys to hockey before quarantine started. In this photo, I’m all smiles. But to be honest, I wasn’t happy.

I remember that morning well:

I was complaining because we had to wake up early. I was complaining bec...

Opening the East Gate, where the sun rises, the place of new beginnings. I call upon the

medicine of the Eagle, the Great Winged One. I wear this beautiful sacred representation of Eagle as a physical reminder of its medicine: the courage and potential to soar on wings...

These pics might be illustrations in my next book that will be entitled “daily chronicles of a hot mess yogi mom.” 

“Inhale ...exhale..Roscoe stop eating my mat, inhale...G stop Antagonizing the dog, exhale...., inhale...can someone turn off the stove....exhale...shit I...

Shadow Hunter.

Like most children, I was always afraid of the dark. I always felt vulnerable and lonely. I always felt that bad things happened in darkness because you can’t fully see. I always “saw” monsters in my closet. I always felt them hiding under my bed. I used...