My Fear Happened…And I Survived

Recently, I decided to up my game, play big, and expand my offerings to a couple different studios in Manhattan.  Creating these new opportunities has also created fears.  Am I doing too much?  Will anyone show up?  Am I ready?  Do I actually know what I'm doing???

Last night, one of my fears happened: no one showed up.  But I did the work anyway.
And my lesson:  I survived!

I opened the circle to the spirits in the room with me.  I spoke out loud where I feel stuck in my life and in my creativity.  And then I laid down on my mat to breathe.  It struck me how the playlist I had been listening to and prepping for a group of people was actually just right for me in what I needed to hear and feel.  I needed to show up for me.

"I want to change the world, instead I sleep.
I want to believe in more than you and me.
But all that I know is I'm breathing.
All I can do is keep breathing.
All we can do is keep breathing." {Ingrid Michaelson}

 

And I allowed myself to feel all the feelings: frustration, disappointment, anger, sadness, relief, joy, peace.  I cried.  I yelled.  I laughed through an entire song - so much so that my abs felt sore!  I found my grounding and my self-love.  

When initially I felt like throwing in the towel, I remembered the goddess I had chosen at the last new moon circle when these fears of "doing it right" began to surface: Brigit - "Don't back down".  And so I didn't.  I took the time and space to breathe and feel and release and breathe some more.  I have a fear of abandonment, because I so often abandon myself and my body.  So through the breathing I saw myself take my own hand and cradle my own heart.  I will make the promise to myself everyday until it is so ingrained in me… the promise that I will always be there for ME and, as a child of the Universe, I am actually never alone.

So my encouragement to you is to face the things you are afraid of.  Jump off the cliff or take that risk.  When you make it to the other side (which I know you will), you will be able to say (with your superhero cape on), you survived!  You've conquered that fear, so you don't need to let it stop you anymore!

"Bring on the wonder
Bring on the song
I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long" {Sarah McLachlan}

 

This Thursday (7/9), come rain or shine, come one person or a hundred persons, I'll be breathing to release fear in order to choose more love.  If you are in the NYC area, I'd love to have you join me.  And if you're not able to attend, I am available for private sessions (in person or via phone/skype) to guide you through the scary places of fear and into the glorious spaces of light.

 

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Breathing Machine: #LoveWins

"Unedited, un-memorized, one-take-only, perfectly imperfect, I share a piece I wrote after a breathwork group on the day where Love won (6.26.15). In order to show up for myself, I step out of my comfort zone to be seen and perform for you as an act of self love for me. Evermore thanks for witnessing."

 

Belly heart open mouth
The room began to breathe
In rhythmic fashion
Belly heart open mouth
Belly heart open mouth
That made me feel like being part of a machine
Inhale inhale exhale
Inhale inhale exhale
But a soft
Fleshy
Sweaty
Alive machine of human being-ness
As we were squished together
In a dark warm summer room
Reclaiming parts of ourselves
That previously were a source of shame
Belly heart open mouth
Belly heart open mouth
Belly heart open mouth

Inhale inhale exhale
Inhale inhale exhale
Reclaiming
Power
Beauty
Confidence
Intuition
Anger
Pleasure and play
Self love
Our bodies
Our too much
Our weird
Our whole selves

Belly heart open mouth
Belly heart open mouth
As tears released
And my cry erupted out
The room became alive with noise
And movement
And passion
And energy
From soft whimpers
To guttural moans
To long yells
To hoots of joy and hilarious giggles

Belly heart open mouth
Belly heart open mouth
I felt the beauty of being in a body
Of feeling pain
Of feeling joy
Of feeling my heart so big and open
That I might just lift off the ground
And return to the stars

Belly heart open mouth
I felt the struggle
The challenge
The separateness our illusions hold
As I realized
Belly heart open mouth
Inhale inhale exhale
In this noisy room of breathing beauties
Fully expressing what it is to be raw, primal, tribal, real
I felt the intimacy of
We are connected as one
In this great big breathing alive machine
As a hand of the sister breathing next to me grasped mine
We are family

And I wept for you
And sang for you
For me
As you are me
And I am you
As I whispered and breathed a prayer

{Ho'oponopono}
I am so sorry
Please forgive me
Thank you
I love you

I am sorry for the times I've abandoned or hurt you
Please forgive me for the times I have been cruel or unfair or judged you
Thank you humans for carrying the burdens I can't carry myself and thank you for everything you are

I love you
Always
Endlessly
As Love always wins
Belly heart open mouth
 

Dreamscape

{image found on google images}

{image found on google images}

Dreams are odd
Mysterious
Intriguing
Swirling images
Distant places
Familiar faces
All gathered in one space
That seem to make sense
Only in the magical
Fantastical
Absurdity
Of sleep world
Dream land

My dad was in mine a few nights ago
A busy scene of extended family
Bustling around
As I sat next to him
And wanted everyone with a camera
To take a picture of us
Together
Just us two
Somehow knowing
Even in dreamland
That being together was to be savored
Treasured
Captured
Because as soon as I opened my eyes
He'd be gone
Disappear into the unseen spirit world

And then
As dreams do
Morphing
Swirling
Changing on a dime
He was holding and kissing my little sister
She was 5
And, strangely
Yet logically
 (as we were in dreamland remember)
I was me
An adult
Watching this tender moment
Between father and his littlest girl

And the adult me in this dream
Felt a pang in my heart
Of grief
Sadness
Longing
But I realized it wasn't grief for myself
Not my sadness for the knowing
Of how the missing hurts
I have released a lot of mine using the breath
It was sorrow and grief for my sister
Seeing her as such a precious
Little golden happy girl
And knowing
How she wouldn't have the memories
The experience
The story
Of having a dad around in physical form
To love her how little girls need to be loved

And just as quickly
The dream shifted again
Soon when I realized the chimes sounding
Were indeed NOT from my dream world
But from the alarm set on my phone
As I sleepily reached for the snooze
I pondered on this sometimes sneaky emotion of grief
The layers
The depth
How it pops up unannounced
When you least expect
Even in sleeping

Will one ever be through with grief?
Most likely not
Just as the leaves lose their leaves each fall
And the natural cycle of the world
Life, death, life, death
Continues the circle
In every aspect of a lifetime
There will be loss to grieve

But just so is the depth of my grief
Lies the opposite
In the immense capacity for joy
When both sides
Both cycles
are given space
To be felt
To be held
To be honored
To be healed

Breathwork for Healing
At Center for Remembering and Sharing
123 4th Ave 2 floor, NYC

Thursdays in July & Aug
*No circle July 30th
7:30-9:30
Exchange: $20

 

Revolutionary Heart

Breathing into my beautiful body 
And the perfect imperfections
That I am learning to love
I promised myself
And to soul-light above
To stop biting my tongue
Hiding my magic
And stuffing my "too much" away
💫
No more fear of my fire I say
Sexy, wild, pampering, pleasure, play
Through juicy expansion is the way
💫
So sisters
It's time to rise
Gather together
Celebrate, brag, dance, desire
And so it shall be or better
It is safe 
No more burning at the stake
Say what we need to say
As we flow, prance, strut, sway
💫
I feel the beat in my breast
Feel the call in my heart
Honoring the divine feminine
Dear sisters, is where we need to start
💫