I go into meditation the same way I have done hundreds of times before. Legs crossed with my bottom propped up on pillows. Earbuds dangling from my ears with my phone laying beside me cued to one of my favorite tracks.Read More
It happened again.
But this time I was 15 stories up peering out over miles and miles of shimmering blue waters in front of me. The morning sun was soft and gauzy, and the sounds of the ocean sang a soothing tune that echoed on my heart. I was flowing through yoga poses and carefully twisting my body when the sabotage began yet again.
"You fatass."Read More
I can still smell the sweetly spicy scent of the florida water that floated through the air in a fine mist and coated my bare skin. The prickles of chilly dampness that landed on my face, stomach and back were like tiny kisses from the divine herself, and the whole scene felt as if it were happening in slow motion, a surreal blur of excitement and nerves as I silently wondered if I had indeed been "cleaned" and what tale my body would tell in the coming days.Read More
The Q'ero believe that when we die our bodies go to pachamama, our souls go to the stars, and our wisdom goes to the mountains. With reverence and devotion, they turn to the mountains, which they call apus, for guidance and grace along their sacred journeys. They believe that each one has a specific power and a breadth of knowledge to impart.Read More