I was given a course of treatment this past week that was a bit unsettling...no workouts for 2 weeks straight, possibly for more. Immediately I felt fear.
What do I fear? Disconnection I think. From friends, from the sweat, from myself; all of these things, a huge part of who I am.
Today I woke up knowing that this day would look and feel a bit different, and in fact it was. Not better, not worse, just different.
I’ve made the choice today to look at this challenge as an opportunity. As a mantra to keep my head on straight I’ll be remembering the advice from an old friend...when it feels like you’re buried, remember that instead you’ve been planted and are really just ready to grow.
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Those who teach us the most about humanity aren’t always human. -Donald L. Hicks
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Just over 4 months ago I was diagnosed with Hashimotos Disease, an autoimmune disorder that has led to hypothyroidism or under active thyroid. The symptoms include significant fatigue, sluggishness, sleep disruption, unexpected weight gain, sensitivity to cold, depression, muscle fatigue and pain.
Many of these symptoms I’ve had for over a year now and I’ll tell you what, I wrote most of them off as a result of stress and an exceptionally active lifestyle (it’s a bit amazing what we’ll ignore when the mind tells us it’s just us doing it wrong, being weak. Suck i up!) So I kept pushing through, exhausted, more and more each day.
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A huge thank you to all of the people who have sent resources, articles, books, favorite Insta accounts, and more. I’m so grateful for all of that info...I’m a bit of a resource junkie so please, keep them coming! I’ll be posting more of my experiences here to my feed and stories, hopeful to continue a dialogue on the importance of listening to our bodies and always advocating for a living a life that allows us to be and to feel our very best.
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If you want to fly, give up everything that weights you down. -Buddha
Name one thing you’d like to let go of, and in one word describe how that’d make you feel.
Comment below, DM me, say it out loud, to yourself.
Only when we’re brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light. -Brené Brown
Today I will allow all that is. I will catch myself pushing away emotions, thoughts, and reactions that make me feel uncomfortable. I will remain open and learn from these things.
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I’m so healthy sometimes I put grapefruit juice in my champagne 🥂🍊🙋🏼♀️. Celebrating #laborday today with a workout and brunch. How are you spending your day off?
The Buddha wrote that the root of all suffering is in attachment. For we experience pain when we lose what we cling to, identities, people, places, things, even beliefs and world views. —— And for many, we cling even when we know the things we cling to are not good for us. Why? Because the alternative would be to let it go. To have nothing. —— What we don’t realize however, is that full hands, tightly gripped to these things are not free to hold anything else, anything new. So when we hold on to what no longer serves us we prevent the entrance of what will. When we release our grip, when we face the fear, let go and no longer cling, we open up a space for possibility, for something serving, for something new. —— Like many skills in life this is a practice, the practice of #aparigraha And with each person, place or thing that we lose or let go of, when we decide its time, that we deserve just a bit more, we’ll practice and learn. If you’d like to know more about aparigraha and the other ethical guidelines or Sutras of Yoga please DM me...some exciting workshops to come.
If you are losing your balance in a yoga posture, reach higher. It will steady you. This is true not just in your practice but everywhere in your life. -unknown
Understanding allows us to see into the mirrors that others offer, judgement only obstructs the view.
There are times where when I’m laying in bed at night that I’ll get all excited inside when I think of waking up the next morning...watching the sunrise, making my morning drink, what I’ll eat, and how it’ll feel to just be. —
There’s something about the morning, before the day begins, where we seem to give ourselves permission to practice self care. Maybe it’s a coffee or tea, a workout, time to meditate, to read, to be still, but whatever it is, for some reason, it’s easier to carve out the time early in the day. —
We’ve become a little obsessed with the need to do, and this need to do has found its way into self care...and in any circumstance where there’s a pressure to do something, to excel, to achieve, we tend to lose connection to the internal voice. And yet in the early morning, and maybe because it’s just a bit quieter than the rest of the day, we seem to be able to hear, the whisper of the wisdom within over the chaos, the noise of the culture of movement. —
I cherish my mornings and the little things that work themselves in and out of my daily routine...smoothie bowls, matcha, sunrises, and workouts. But what I know I love the most is how these things, during this time, are sacred, that these practices, that I, am worth the time. —
Do you get excited for the mornings too? Yes?! Then what are some of your favorite early morning pleasures? If they involve people or products, please tag them below...just cause that feels good :)
Photography is the beauty of life captured. —
A happy moment capturing a happy moment at the @lululemon ambassador summit @fswhistler aka the happiest place on earth
Caught having a moment. Breathing it all in. Gratitude for the good, the bad, the ugly. Every damn day a gift. I feel it in my bones. Appreciation for the people, the challenges, the opportunities that have made me the person who I am standing here now. Remembering a time when I dreamed of all the things that I’m surrounded by today. Dreams...they really do come true.
Photo Credit @motphotography at the @lululemon ambassador summit
And just like that, I’m a momma. Please meet Samantha Jones, aka Sammy J.
It took quite a few years to own my truth. Missteps and compromises paving my path back home. And now that I’m here, it’s exceptionally, almost painfully clear, I’ll never get lost again.
For the past month and a half I’ve not posted to my feed...uprooted, putting pencil to paper just wasn’t to be. Sitting here now, looking at this picture, the words return. For the past 40 days it’s felt just like this, me and my tent and from time to time a lovely little glass of champagne. Urban camping, gypsy living...in-between homes, sandwiched between three moves (out of homes out of my office). Oh and I sold my car. No home. No office. No car. Just me.
In Yoga there’s something called Aparigraha which when loosely translated means non-attachment. It is the practice of letting go and not holding too tightly onto people, places, things, or identities. The idea is that when we cling we suffer. The Buddha said that the source of all suffering is in attachment, for when we lose something it, causes us pain. This past month and a half, and to be totally honest, the past two and a half years have been one ongoing lesson of letting go.
I’ve been the orchestrator of my reality. I’ve made the choices to move, to move on, to change, to let go and while I’ve made these choices, for the better I firmly believe, the repeated loses have taken their toll. And for this past month and a half I’ve been working to feel grounded while being more uprooted than I believe I’ve ever been. I lost five pairs of sunglasses and my wallet twice...signs of my ethereal state, a reminder, things are coming, and things are most certainly going.
We have a choice always on how we interact with our lives, with the present moment, with the people and challenges at hand. Sink or swim, rest or run, resist or go with the flow, our mindset our choices, our responsibility our repercussions. I sit here now, once again surrounded by my belongings, the few I chose to retain, taking in the reality that while so much has and will most likely continue to change, I, with or without my wallet or sunglasses will always be just fine. My metaphorical tent, my lovely little glass of champagne, surrounded always by the support and love of the people I call friends and family, like a turtle with its shell on its back, I know that I am and will always be home.
You are far more powerful, flexible, beautiful, and influential than you think. The mind, trained to judge, looks for problems to solve...in an effort to prevent failure, heartache, pain, trying to be two steps ahead, ready when the inevitable challenge will come. Programmed in this way our minds are wired to see the downfall and when we constantly envision the fall we forget that it’s just as likely to fly.
The mind is capable however of bending, of settling and feeling the wisdom of the body, of listening to the gut, hearing the heart. For it is within us always, the greatest teacher we can find, the answers, the companionship, the love. We just need to remember it is there. And the more we practice listening the more we’ll see our potential.
Honoring all our heroes today. Happy Memorial Day.
Owning a mistake is greater than faking perfection. —
Instead of grabbing a napkin, I grabbed my phone 🤷🏼♀️. It looked beautiful to me.
There’s no need to be perfect to inspire others. Let people get inspired by how you deal with your imperfections.
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This week my life came to a sudden halt when my Grandmother of 92, someone who we regularly said would surpass 100 years strong, unexpectedly passed away.
On the day I got the call I was busy, and actually I was feeling the anticipation of the stress of this day a couple of days prior knowing I’d be back to back, one thing after the next. And in 5 seconds, within one sentence, everything stopped. I had lost my last living grandparent and I didn’t get to say goodbye.
Losses, challenges, pain, all teachers, reminding us of what matters, and what sure as hell does not. Reminders that as busy as things get, as stressed and overwhelmed as things can become, that in any given moment we have the freedom to press pause, to wipe the calendar clean, to mourn, to feel, to be.
Even in her absence my grandmother has taught me this, I can always stop, slow down, clear my schedule, and make time. I’m never really stuck, and that in fact the people in my life will make room, will wait, will understand.
I’m not sure why it has to be so but sometimes it takes discomfort to see, to feel things clearly. This life is so damn precious. Hug your people. See the beauty in others. Jump on airplanes. Take time to yourself. Eat delicious food. Watch the sunset and sunrise. Live. Love this life.
I will miss my grandmother dearly but will remember she yearned for the day she’d be reunited with my grandfather, that dressed in matching traveling clothes, they’re together again off on another adventure. And for all the years she told me I was her angel, now she gets to be mine.