You be the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground, I’ll be the wings that keep your head in the sky.



“What you do counts more than what you say you do. Your actions tell everyone who you really are. If you want respect, then show respect for others. If you want to be a person of action, then take action. If you want to be successful, act successful in all you do. If you want other people to help you, then help them first. If you want love, then show that you are a loving person. Your actions grow the forest that becomes your life’s journey.”

-Don Shapiro



Today I went to yoga for the first time in a year.

There’s this list of habits and traits that I desire, that I frequently find myself asking “what would my life be like if I actually did all these things that I say I want to do?”  Things like juice everyday, start my mornings off in prayer or meditation to set my intention for the day, exercise daily, be more encouraging to others and kind to myself, smile more, frown less, drink more water…etc.

Something came over me yesterday. I googled yoga salons in Oakland and found myself there on my sea green mat at noon. It felt so good to get back in touch with my body and mind, with how connected they really are. Sitting on my mat, legs folded over each other, eyes closed, I listened to the rhythm of my breath and thought, when is the last time I have tuned out everything else in my life and listened to my breath? stopped thinking about my never ending to-do list and just noticed

the rise and fall of my chest.

Awareness of the world is one thing, I’ve got that down pretty well.

Awareness of yourself is another world.

I often find myself regretting dumb shit I said or wishing I had expressed more gratitude or compassion. I’m starting to realize that changes like this, like awareness and mindfulness in the moment, will only manifest if I make a habit out of it. Make a lifestyle change of being present with whom and where I am.

I’m not there yet. But I’m trying.

I wish I could Show You// Your Love Should Never Be Offered

Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger,
Only to someone who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

Stay close to any sounds that make you glad you are alive.

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.
I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in the darkness, the astonishing light of your own being.

There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.

Even after all this time the sun never says to the Earth, “You owe me”

There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.