moon in sagittarius hope is your birthright. action is your prayer. the arrow flies: shine bright! douglas fir sunrise sentinel. ever-changing, but still my anchor. thank you for being here. In her amazing book Writing Down the Bones, Natalie Goldberg mentions a practice of creating…
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or the painting is on its own path. or our karmas are intertwined. I’m enrolled in a writing class at our local university this term. It’s a basic composition class, very similar to a writing class my first year of college nearly twenty-three years ago.…
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there is not an aspect of my life that practice hasn’t touched. i can feel cellular rewiring, scrubbing, renewing all the time. stepping out of old selves almost as fast as i can process the shedding. it feels correct, it feels natural (yet i know…
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beloveds, i know for the past few years i have been on and off with my writing practice here. between teaching, practicing and living, i have struggled to find the flow here. this is one of the many reasons i have been on a semi-sabbatical…
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your life force is a precious resource. the most precious resource, even. conscious acquisition and expenditures: my current project. ***** there’s something about actively tracking something, anything, that quickly draws out any inefficiencies, leaks, wasted resource. touching in to life force also has had the…
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in order to do anything worth doing (i know that’s a big statement), i’ve had to die to a particular idea of who or what i am. leaving a respectable, lucrative career. having kids. traveling in any capacity away from my home/sanctuary of familiar. every…
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Returning to this space after an un/intended hiatus feels correct. Grounded, even, in spite of the liminal quality to anything digital. In spite of efforts to the contrary, somehow engaging with social media over the last odd years took me away from the regular practice…
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“There is a wilder solitude in winter When every sense is pricked alive and keen For what may pop or tumble down or splinter. The light itself, as active as a painter, Swashes bright flowing banners down The flat white walls. I stand here like…
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Now that I’ve officially deleted my personal profile on Facebook (the Kelly Sunrose Yoga page lives on), I am curious about the best way to share the books, ideas, articles and podcasts that are inspiring me. I do still use Twitter, but am spending much…
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Are you a white person who is afraid of being called a racist? It wouldn’t surprise me if you were, but I invite you to step into the liberating svadhyaya (self-study) practice of admitting your racism. I am a white woman living the United States.…
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