My altar is looking a lot different this morning now that packing is in full swing. It’s bare and off-centered and still full of growth which is a good representation of how I’m feeling. 🌱Everyone’s favorite question to ask is what I plan on doing in Austin, meaning work. And I don’t have that answer yet, which makes people uncomfortable, which makes me uncomfortable, because I’ve been condition to value myself based on what I do. I have plans, visions, contacts and in a new entrepreneurial field like #yogatherapy that’s a solid start, especially for a place you’ve only been to once. 🌱So, for now, I’m sitting in my discomfort, continuing to practice, and allowing myself to be present as I pack up a row home, say goodbye, and prep to drive 25 hours across the country. 🌱The truth is, the work will be there when I get there, but I have to get there first. One breath, one feeling, one box at a time.
Love and light is as meaningless as thoughts and prayers. Yes, I sage and practice yoga and meditate but to feel my anger, my sadness, my heartbreak, using it as the action/focus behind educating myself, voting, donating, having hard conversations, and calling out bullshit. Otherwise, it’s just spiritual bypassing and promoting America’s culture of white supremacy, toxic masculinity, police brutality. Love and light and thoughts and prayers don’t end gun violence. It’s time to do better and act. #endgunviolence #thisisamerica
