It’s a daily challenge to shed lifetimes of mucked-up, fear-based rules — ones we often have unwittingly supported — to practice our authentic paths, to remove fear about ego, money and fitting into status quo as the guiding forces in Read more…
One of the many things yoga is about is remembering our innate wholeness, even or especially, amid what we perceive as our brokenness. In recognizing our wholeness, we tap into compassion for self; we tap into higher Self. Then we Read more…
What is masculinity? How do you define it? For yourself, let alone for us as a culture. It’s a topic increasingly receiving examination. From me and others. In my Humanitou conversations — an ongoing social art project of humanness and creativity Read more…
How we practice is what we practice. ~ Jessica Patterson I teach my sons that how and why we do things are at least as important as what we do. I teach them that life is built on habits, so Read more…
So often we go through our daily routines on autopilot. Status quo. Just another day. We’ve been trained, collectively, not to ask why and just to follow the leader. In school, religion, work. Of parents, teachers, law and government. Of Read more…
Random capitalization used to bother me (and might still). So, when I write Self with a capital “S” in yoga posts on this site or social media, I think of the fellow writers and word-lovers who might snag on that Read more…
Anxiety. It’s created by trying to live forward into the future and resolve the not-yet known, the not-yet experienced. And why? To make it less scary? To make life a safe, super-safe adventure? If I worry over my future opportunities Read more…
If there’s such a character as the devil I think I’ve found it in the formless beast that is my thinking mind. That bleepin’ bleep has kept me up well past my bedtime, stressed my sleep thin till dawn, then Read more…
Manitou Springs collects us. From this corner and that, from shore to shore and well beyond. An unseen magnet. Ros Prado, a yoga teacher, has her own story. An original, yet one that echoes. Another soul finding good in this Read more…
A tall teenage boy looked at me from the street corner as I neared the intersection in my old VW bus. He had no crosswalk. I had no stop sign. He looked hard at me and then plunged into the Read more…