As many of you know, travel is hugely important to me. Coming of the heels of a two week solo trip to Europe back in September it really struck my why traveling alone has a completely different effect on you in a variety of ways. I feel like we may have heard the argument of why you should travel solo and experience the world for yourself, but truly there’s so much more to it than just being able to experience the… Read More
I found this tiny notepad in my purse pocket while I was traveling. Ever since I can remember I’ve carried small notepads around with me to jot ideas and thoughts down at a moments notice. I had packed one for my trip, but this one was different. It was old, worn, with every page full. I opened it up to read it, quickly realizing that it was from a few years ago, not that long after I had lived in Florence. It’s full… Read More
August has been about making a ton of things happen. From launching a video program (more to come!) to hosting my annual self-care program, to creating and amazing yoga workshop experience coming this fall, all on top of what I already do for a living (writing + coaching) it’s been a busy month in the most fun way. Follow & Share!
We often wonder if we’re on the right path. If where we’re headed is the right way and if our direction will lead us to where we want to be. Is our life’s purpose guiding us correctly, or is there interference between our heart and minds? The truth is, we’re only “there” for a short period, and then we move on to a different path. Some paths we stay connected to and become integrated in us as a part of our lives, but still, every… Read More
Often times we get wrapped up in these ways of being in society. Who we are, what we do, what we stand for, what football team we root for, what type of food we eat or don’t eat, it is exhausting to live within some of the boxes we create for one another. Whether we realize it or not all of these parts of ourselves, these things we engage in some ways become our identity and close us off to truly experiencing the wonder… Read More
It wasn’t a dingy dive bar; it had an old-world feel but was filled with young people. I sat at the bar and ate a burger (wrapped in lettuce mind you), listened to the live music and watched the rhythmic movements of the bartender pouring drinks. I watched as the guitarist methodically played while wrinkles on his forehead appeared with the increase in tones. A guy approached me, “have you been looking for me?” clearly I hadn’t. I laughed, I can’t tell you the last… Read More
In 2005 before I started having severe arthritic symptoms, before my fingers became stiff and my knees too weak to walk, before any diagnosis, the world was at my feet. I had the freedom of movement. I enjoyed it largely as an active teenager running around full of energy and an active member of the volleyball team. When disease struck the confines of my bed were mostly what I spent the next months surrounded by. I felt robbed of my independence, of my will and… Read More
Road tripping is fun, exhilarating and liberating. Knowing that you have power over which direction the wheel turns offers a whole new level of freedom unlike much other travel. But preparing for a road trip can seem daunting, especially if you’re moving across the country, like me. The great thing about traveling by car is the ability to pack whatever you want, including food. If you are trying to be conscious of what they consume or are following the Autoimmune Protocol, traveling can be a… Read More
When I graduated college I moved from Virginia to Alabama to live with my Dad for a year. Growing up with divorced parents and living overseas in Belgium for the better half of my life I hardly knew my Dad as a person, it was a connection I desperately wanted. No needed rather. This felt right to me, I knew that it was an opportunity I would regret not taking. It turned out to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, I now… Read More
The sky was misting that morning, releasing energy as we had as a group the past day of our retreat. We woke up to a much cooler day, less sun than prior and yet so much more life in us. I took my orange tea out on the wooden deck, pulled my hooded raincoat over my head and began to sip. I watched as Black Jack, the black stallion, paced along the fence. The foliage peaked through the wet fog. Sip. I drank my tea,… Read More