By Example
A Blog Documenting My Mindfulness Journey
Becoming Trauma Informed
In case you didn’t know, I am currently earning a certification to become trauma informed in order to not only better serve you in my yoga classes, meditation class, and reiki sharing, but also for my high school students, and ultimately every human I have the privilege of connecting with.
Resentment
Resentment: There’s a lot to unpack here… y’all ready?
Resentment is hard to admit. Hard own.
Resentment comes from the energy of “can’t you see I’m busy”
Resentment comes from taking anything personally.
Resentment is making someone else wrong for not following your unspoken boundaries.
Resentment is I-Told-You-So energy.
Resentment is wanting things to be different than they are.
Pancakes in the Snow
It’s quite amazing how opening up a box of pancake mix, and then noticing the clip on the bag inside the box can trigger a sharp grief response. It’s been a year since I made pancakes. If it has been held up tight inside of you for a while without a safe space to release, if you let it, it can send you down a slow spiral of much needed grief.
Mindful Musings
So I write. I write about my internal wars. I write about the external shit I resist. I write to show you that mindfulness and meditation are forever, that even as a practitioner I have shit I face and shit I have to work through. I write to bring awareness to it, to help you bring awareness to yours. I write to normalize the inevitable pain of being human. That suffering is real and beautiful and even more so when we open to it. That it’s less when we are in approval of our suffering.
Post Holiday Limbo
I’m feeling in a weird space today. An in-between. A limbo.
As you must be well aware of at this point in my writing… I am a single mom. And I just conquered my second Christmas season as a single mom.
This is the story I live. A story I’ve been telling myself, a story that stems from a victim-ness, poor me, a “please witness my struggle” energy.
Hawkes
I had a significant lack of confidence in myself through, well, pretty much always. I’ve only just begun to learn to walk that tightrope of confidence. And I know now that a last name is only an extension of your mindset. A name is not where your confidence comes from, because if it did, I’d be the most confident person ever with a last name like Hawkes.
On Self-Abandonment
I’ve been working with the concept of self-abandonment. And let me just start off with saying that self-abandonment is subtle as fuck!
I thought self-abandonment was when we say “yes” when we mean “no”, when we say we like something when we don’t, when we do things so we people will like us.
And this all IS self-abandonment, for sure. But it is so grossly conditioned within us that I’m sure most of us are self-abandoning when we think we’re not. I am sure because I watched myself do it 100x times this MORNING.
Wanting
I want to be seen. I want to be gotten. I want to be understood. I want to be connected with.
I WANT.
I long for.
Connection.
I want to be entangled with another person in body and mind, having deep connective conversations about life, spirit, integrity, values, energy, humanness.
I want to drive down the road on an adventure laughing with each other, falling into each other.
I’m fucking lonely.
Date Yourself
Today I was on a mission.
I was on a mission to spend time with myself.
I’ve been lonely as fuck lately. I have come to the scary recognition that I am afraid of being alone.
The only cure for the fear of being alone is to spend time being alone.
on that (spiritual) bypass lane
I was riding high there for quite awhile. I was riding so high I forgot I would need to come down. I thought:
“It's only up from here.“
It’s been so long since I felt that good, I clung hard.
I got hooked on a narrative and the feelings I thought it was producing.
I drove up the spiritual by-pass on-ramp.
Raw Intimacy
Today I am going to allow myself to dive into a deep portal of love and safety so that I can allow myself to be fully vulnerable to discover who this is. She will be seen and captured on film but not exploited.
A portal so safe I can come undone all the way down to the edges of my skin, raw naked beauty, lovingly admiring my power.
Out of this portal I hope to retrieve a confidence and trust in myself I have been yearning for.
Independence Day
By the actual 4th I was on my new back deck, listening to the fireworks from all sides around me, witnessing more fireworks than I anticipated through the dense thicket of trees, and enjoying a whole new, literal and metaphorical, view of July 4th, laughing at what a difference a year makes.
Fear
Once on a short weekend retreat we were given a candle and asked to identify something we would like to extinguish. I think maybe we actually wrote it on a piece of paper and burned it also.
I wrote down fear.
When I blew out the candle I was blowing out my fear.
A few weeks later, I went on my own personal sort of retreat. I took that candle and would light it and blow it out over and over again. But I would laugh in this great big cackle of a laugh every time. It was great fun.
Beautiful Messy Human
It’s been a messy fucking ride to get here, and I have thrived on the darkness to grow me like a mushroom but now it’s time to dance in the sun for a few days, the clouds will return, they always do.
I Don’t Want to be a Single Mom
Because I am a capable and intelligent human being who can and will embrace my imperfections around such societal implications that this can’t be done on one’s own, that it has to be hard, that it has to look like the same TV melodrama bullshit sob story.
My Heart Aches
I had love. I know I did.
It WAS fucking real.
Don’t you dare tell me it wasn’t.
I had love but I didn’t love my life.
My love was a sacrifice for the life I wanted.
Personal Pandemic
Global Pandemic: A time of global crisis
Personal Pandemic: A time of personal crisis
In February I took a social media break. I intended it to be a month. I did not intend to stop writing. But here we are, mid April. No social media, no blogs. In 2020 shortly after the pandemic I quit facebook. It was a glorious time of self-reflection and I’ve never been back on facebook the same way.
Any pandemic; personal, global, or otherwise, should be a time to turn inward and reflect, to slow down, to listen to yourself.
I am in the midst of a personal pandemic, one in which I did not slow down soon enough to hear my own needs. It’s harder when the rest of the world is marching on I suppose.
Last Week I Met God
I knew and understood how it all works and it’s nothing that can be clearly articulated because it is only something that can be experienced. It’s like a possession. I resisted writing much because I just wanted to be with it. I knew everything that I was experiencing would stay with me. My body would remember. I would take with me just what I needed from it. And I would carry into the world just what needed to be expressed into the world through me. I didn’t need to strive any further during this experience.