Celebrate the birth of our nation. Shaking off the past year. Hit pause with hope you find hope for the drama unfolding across our land.
What do we owe our dead? Memory. What do they owe us? A hand-up in consciousness. If war is worth anything, it is the knowledge that it serves no one and solves nothing.
What do we owe our dead? Memory. What do they owe us? A hand-up in consciousness.
You answered the call, and somehow knew your name. You beckoned an image to emerge from behind the the primal heart of animal instinct with knowing eyes.
The body is not capable of deception because it is the color, the language born of heart and spirit. Choose your color proudly.
During this Wow-Week do a Wow Yoga Practice of Yang intensity. Work the anxiety out of your body. Be audacious, and persevere as you breathe deeply and engage profoundly.
The world we have known is dying. Much of it needs to die. A hard new world is being born, and like all births, it is painful.
Living with the ebb and flow of Lunar cycles is an emotionally intelligent reminder of renewal.