Anger, power, creative force, fire… elements for me to expand and play in, when I am not going to apologize for my daggers, when it has taken so long to realize, that it’s okay for me to say: "THIS IS NOT OKAY!" We have been indoctrinated to believe that anger and power are not elements of women. It has been indoctrinated in me to fucking smile when I would rather cry, when I would rather fight, when I would rather run, when I would rather change this situation. Say “no.”
I don’t want to push. The biggest growth comes with some space, an invitation, a focus with some surprises and some mermaid flippers. So I just arrived to Broome yesterday. I’m in awe of the red dirt here that’s more than red dirt – it’s magic and dinosaurs and blood songs and spirit all packed down into forevers. The rust against the bright blue sky makes me think I’m on another planet. Underneath it all, I just want to be a mermaid.
I know I can help you if you’re still struggling, yet ready to heal your eating disorder. This is why I've designed my Yoga for Eating Disorders Trainings. After many dedicated years of unravelling what my disorders were really about, I want to share with you everything that I can, so you can be free too. Having walked through both the dark and the light paths, I know now where there’s ease and a way to heal your eating disorder. I know how to name what’s happening and how to hold space for you to embark on your journey towards...
Fuck the whole “we can’t care what we look like.” I just rolled out of bed and at least somehow this day isn’t totally fucked. I have good hair. The possibilities that the day will bring in an effortless way. It’s a sign I know - because I have good hair today.
Happy Birthday, to Me. I have to admit, I've always dreaded my birthday. Because I secretly want attention and people to spend time with me, but don't know how to admit it.
Every time I teach these chakra energy trainings, I know the initiation that each person must go through in order to go beyond their creativity blocks and wake up these other parts of their brains.
I’m realizing there was never a heart break in the first place. That the power of my heart is bigger than any flimsy episode of reality. My timelessness is greater than these small moments. I will keep breaking my own heart, until I wake up and see what I’ve been doing to myself.
If life is my practice of freedom, what’s the point of following lines that make no sense, when I always feel a pulse pulling me elsewhere? - from the "Love in the Time of Corona" a Corona Diaries series of Morning Pages entries, written while Cat is stranded in Australia. I told myself yesterday that I could be timeless, that I could step out of time. That the whole world has stopped so I can step out of time, finally just go at my own time. I’ve always felt trapped by grids, by insane rhythms, by others’ fears and expectations,...
It is Sunday. Easter. This holiday was never a big deal to me as a kid (Santa beats the Bunny, right?)... from the "Love in the Time of Corona" a Corona Diaries series of Morning Pages entries, written while Cat is stranded in Australia. It is Sunday. Easter. This holiday was never a big deal to me as a kid (Santa beats the Bunny, right?) One of my favorite memories was being young with my parents, walking through the park. For some reason my older siblings weren’t around that day and I was young enough that my little sister wasn’t born...
“Yogi,” he said to me, “you’re supposed to be good at the calm. And you’re freaking out. I know you think of all of these terrible possibilities in how you’re going to die but right now – you need to stay focused.”