She Let Go

She let go.

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.


She let go of the fear.

She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.


She let go of the committee of indecision within her.


She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.


Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.


She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.

She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.




She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.


She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.


She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.


She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.


She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

She didn’t utter one word.

She just let go.


No one was around when it happened.


There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.


There was no effort.

There was no struggle.


It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.


A small smile came over her face.


A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…


Poem by: Rev Safire Rose


This Is What I Know

I know I’m not where I ought to be. I know that I am trying, God do I know that. I also know that I AM broken. I know  that I am a work in progress, slowly mending a broken heart. Gently allowing knew light to shine into an otherwise dark mind, ever so cautiously I am rediscovering who I am. I know the past cannot be changed. I also know that it is a valuable teacher. I know my experiences, the people that have entered, and even those that have left my life, ultimately have guided me towards a higher consciousness. I know death is a reality, yet I’m convinced my soul has lived lives before this. I know my dreams are outrageous, I know focus is difficult. I know nothing great is accomplished without a lot of dedication, and that first small step. I know I am hurting, I also know I am not alone. I have been abandoned, I have tortured myself,  I have felt what it is like to have no feeling at all. I have experienced the dark. I have seen glimpses of a light so sublime, and even still chose to be numb.  I know I am starting to feel again, and I know that is a terrifying prospect for me. I know that all of this, all of the pain, all of the suffering, all the bad decisions, all of the fear, all of the darkness, and all of the joy, ambition, dreams, excitement, ALL of the energy, the sleepless nights, all of the confusion, motivation, and  knowledge, ALL of it, well? IT IS OK. I am a work in progress, we all are, and we ALL have a story. I know love is powerful, I know peace deserves a chance, and I know releasing judgment takes a great deal of mindfulness.  In the end, through it all, I know my biggest truth is this:

I AM my soul, NOT my demons.



The Power of Breathing


Lately I have been trying something new. Breathing. It sounds so simple, something that doesn’t or at least should not take thought. Breathing. It’s a sign of life and helps us cleanse. In fact our bodies are designed to release 70 percent of it’s toxins through our breath. INCREDIBLE! Now bare with me on this post, it started as talking about breathing and how great it is, but I soon realized my breathing and meditation are completely intertwined. 

The Goal:

Now the challenge I set up for myself was  to take time everyday to breath, meditate rather. In through the nose as my belly goes out, hold, slowly exhale as my belly goes in, repeat. No distractions, no phone, no people, just me. Anxious, uncomfortable,  twisted me. My goal was, simply put, to become the master of my own breath. 

What I do:

Sometimes I have calming meditative music playing or incense burning, sometimes I’m outside, it doesn’t matter. For me sitting down for long periods of time, especially without distractions is not a comfortable or easy task. I allow myself to think, and when the thoughts are overwhelming I ask my brain to refocus on my breath, on the very moment at hand. For the time being focus only on now, when I’m calm again, or feel ready I can revisit the thoughts that seemed too much to handle. I let my body and mind decide when it’s time to stop. Some days I really have trouble doing this for more than 5 minuets, and you know what? That is OK! Some days I’m so anxious and have so much energy I think I need to tire myself before I take time to do my breathing. That is when I challenge myself the most. These days I work to calm my mind and body and sit with the feelings of uncontrollable energy, anger, excitement, fear, whatever it is, and just breath. 

What have I learned:

  • It can (and really should) be done EVERYWHERE. Now if you know me, you know exercise is important to me, and something that has helped me a lot.  I like being outside, I love the feeling of the sun on my skin, the freshness of the air filling my body, the creatures, and plants I come across. We live in a beautifully broken world. While I walk or bike I breath deep, and think a lot. I process in my head a lot. This isn’t always the best though because I have a way of talking myself into circles. 
  • Writing is something that helps me find clarity. It’s important for me to do often, and to get everything out on paper I can organize my thoughts freely and come to new realizations. Now in order to let myself write freely I also let myself, not always but often destroy what I have written. It may sound odd, but for me it works.
  • I have learned how to compartmentalize
  • My brain, when left to it’s own devices is well I’m going to be real it’s a dark and scary place.
  • my soul, at its very core is beautiful, though at times very idealistic. And it’s OK for me to say that. 
  • I often lack motivation, and easily become frustrated and overwhelmed.
  • I have a lot to learn, and honestly I’m still not in a very good place, but I’m certainly better off than I was even just this summer.
  • Yoga is great for WAAY more than just exercise
  • More and more I’m realizing how much this little guy means to me:


What I hope will come:

I want to continue healing. More mental clarity, and I really want to get deeper into my yoga practices. Since it’s winter and I struggle to tolerate cold I do a lot more hot yoga classes. 

The Next Step:

BREATHING. Consciously breathing when I’m working, walking, typing, panicking, always. Until eventually it is second nature.

Here is a gallery of some pictures I’ve taken while walking, they are all camera phone photos so try to imagine how beautiful everything is in real life ;)

 Ultimately the goal is 


C’est La Vie

Life is a struggle and for me this year has been far from an exception. The past few months to put it nicely have been hell, but things seem to be looking up. Too bad I’m awesome at making poor choices for myself. I’m still having fun with my friends and all partying, bowling, hanging out, and enjoying the simple things:

I have made countless mistakes in my life and I have learned from them, but sometimes I wonder what it will take for me to REALLY learn. I also want answers; why did things happen to me, why did I choose to do certain things, and most importantly what snapped this year to make it go so frickin’ down hill? I’m trying to trust in the Lord, but in all honesty I know I’m not really honoring him with my actions, and for that I feel even more guilty. I want death to be explained to me in all of its complexities and I want to know where and why I feel the way I do about it. One of my patients passed away this week and another elderly lady I used to provide respite care for passed away, and it was then that I broke down and finally started grieving the loss of my Grandfather, who passed over 7 years ago. On the upside I moved apartments! I will post pictures after the holiday.