I once heard and I oh so believe — angels come to us in feathers, numbers and coins.⁣⁣

⁣⁣And today, during a very spiritual yoga practice with Wade, a feather dropped right on my mat during our opening chant. I looked up. What did it fall from? Where did it come from? I immediate felt a sense of warmth, a sense of ease, deep peace.⁣⁣
This past week, I had a heavy heart as I grieved the loss of a friend, a student, my hairdresser, a KIND human. Taken too soon, CJ Dougherty is one person who will forever live in my heart. She was quiet, but when she was passionate about something — you knew. She was a warrior on the mat and an peace maker off the mat. She wore many hats in the abilities and gifts she embodied, touching many lives. Mine included.⁣⁣
I am not sharing this to receive condolences, but am choosing to share this sign from up above to honor the life of CJ.⁣

Every day we live in choice. Every day is a gift. And as DMB says “life is short, but sweet for certain, so celebrate we will!” Maybe not in that order, but celebrating CJ.⁣ Thank you for this sign, Angel CJ.⁣⁣



TO BE WILLING... to have the strength to get through the RUFF stuff.⁣⁣
As Halloween week is here, this is not her Halloween costume; I wish it was. But the aftermath of a dog park.⁣⁣
As Wrigley loves to play with other doggies so took her to the dog park this weekend. First time. Wild + Free running. With a whole variety of pups. Was all fun and games until 4 big pups may a beeline for little WJ —pinned her down, shoved her into the fence. It was like witnessing straight up bullying. My heart literally broke 💔 A visit the the ER, a whole lotta X-RAYS and five hours later dad, Richard + I got the results: a fracture in her little paw. And we left with a drooled up puppy in a cone head (removed for this photo opp) and a little leg cast.⁣⁣
This episode leaves me feeling just so sad. I know stuff like this happens but I put her in the situation assuming good intent. So when I got clear in my journal today — these are the words by @danielledoby I’m taking with me into the week.⁣⁣
Dog mommy-ing it’s a role I take uber seriously + a role I cherish. And this the journey of strength has been one of the most challenging and valuable practices —off the mat. I am WILLING though to fail, to fall, to feel, to heal, to forgive and to love.⁣⁣
Over + over again...and again. ⁣⁣


:: WOW :

Here’s a story of a girl name Katy and a baby named Cameron...⁣

To say these last few months have been shiny, sparkly + peachy keen would be a big, fat (but shiny) lie. It’s been work. Transitions. Obligations. Pressure. Emotional junk from the past boiling to the surface. And when someone says “let go” (myself included) I want to scream — it’s just not that easy. So yes, this work, this life, this path is mine. Nobody else’s. I make choices, but sometimes circumstances come up + it just is...what it is. But my choice to work, practice and remove the blocks to create the space for wholehearted living is underway.⁣

And nephew Cameron? Well, aside from a little hunger pain or poopy diaper, he hasn’t experienced a big BLOCK in his 1 (and some change) year.⁣ He sees the world just as it is. He trusts everyone. He knows love. Laughter is his daily vitamin. He hasn’t experienced heartache, been betrayed or even rejected. He holds no grudges. He says “WOW” a lot.⁣
Nonetheless here we are, on a gloomy Friday afternoon having a little block party. And I’m learning to push my blocks aside — literally + emotionally - and live like him. Starting with today, knowing this is a process, but pure presence + wholehearted living is always my goal. And I’ve got the best role model.⁣

WOW is what I’m saying back to you, Cam.⁣

Are you living a “wow” inspired life? Hope so. Do your work. Practice Daily.



A 10 YEAR REFLECTION || 9-9-08⁣⁣⁣⁣ || Miracle Moment

⁣⁣⁣⁣My mom sometimes says to me when a moment occurs, “will this really matter in ten years?” Most of the time — the answer is NO.⁣⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣⁣Sometimes it’s yes. And sometimes, it’s simply comforting to just reflect.⁣⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣⁣Taking you back to 9-9-08....⁣⁣

⁣⁣Leaving the gym at 9:00pm (weird, I know)— crossing Michigan Ave (on foot) and wham BAM, a cabbie took me down. I was in the crosswalk, not jaywalking and had the right away. Came out of nowhere and as he hit me on my right hip I went flying in the air, bounced off the trunk, then landed on Michigan Ave. All my bags went flying. I tried to get up. The kindest pedestrians stopped to tell me to stay, called for help, and waited with me until paramedics came. I felt fine, but shook up. WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! Went by ambulanceto the hospital, had a gazillion med students looking at my naked body (they cut my clothes off me) and just waited for my diagnosis. Was sure I broke something or had internal damage.⁣⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣⁣But left with a whole lotta bumps, bruises, scrapes + soreness. That’s it.⁣⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣⁣So when I reflect back on the question “will this matter in ten years,” my answer to this one is yes.⁣⁣⁣⁣

⁣Yes, because — well, LIFE —and Guardian Angels, Community, Compassion, Moments. Every day moments occur — good and not so good. Life is hard. Life is beautiful. Life challenges us. But these moments shape us.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣

Pause + reflect: 10 years ago, where were you? Did that moment matter?⁣⁣⁣

Hope so.⁣