The Yogini Diaries
Real-life glimpses of how to bring spiritual practice into daily life
I whispered, ‘Be gentle with me Ma…’ ?
The moonlight felt like liquid medicine for my aching heart and tired body; I could feel the grip of catharsis softening, the inner chaos began to quiet, and a warm stillness washed over me.
She had other plans…?
We sat in circle by the shore of the sacred Yuba river as Cynthia unwrapped the Earth Vase. It was a Monday in late October and my dharma sisters — Maleda, Clare, Vera and Cynthia — and I were gathered for ceremony. There was an eerie light, a warmth...
Love is Who You Are
Today we reclaim the celebration of Love—not as a Hallmark consumerist holiday, but as the recognition of our very nature.
Breaking Up with Doubt
Dear Doubt, I’m sorry, but I’ve had enough. It’s over between us. That’s right, over.
You Can Get Married Right Now – To Love Itself
The first gate to the deeper love is right here in your own heart. It opens through the longing to meet another without masks, to experience real intimacy without having to compromise who you are.
Is This The Story You Came Here To Tell?
Perhaps you have been told that your longing is needy, that your visions are naive…your love of beauty is a luxury, and that the face of the One that you have had the blessing to glimpse within your very own heart is but a fairy tale.
The Way Things Are
Over the course of my life, I’ve accumulated a long list of things I like and don’t like, eat and don’t eat, wear and don’t wear, do and don’t do. A self-created box of The Way I Am, kept neat and tidy, stored safely in the corner and wrapped tight with a pretty pink bow.
Oxytocin: The Healing Key within the Female Body
In times of stress, women don’t move to run or fight ~ they reach out to protect and connect. Oxytocin is a woman’s natural de-stress mechanism.
You are a Holy Compost Pile at the Edge of Evolution
The new world grows out of this fertile brew made of our outgrown clothes, our errors and awakenings, our dreams and prayers, and the luminous horizon we sense there—in the pause between the breath, in the gap between thoughts, in the softening of the heart. You are a holy compost pile at the very edge of evolution.
Your Holy Being Unfurls like a Flower
What a ride it is, this life lived in a woman’s body. The moment we think we have found a shelf to rest on, a sort of “aha, so this is how it works”, we are again thrown into new territory.