Here and there

you want me but you don’t.

you wont let me go but wont ask me to stay.

you ask me to stay but only when you know that I can’t.

you want me. but only so no one else can have me.

you drag me down this path of deceit with you. you want me. But for all the wrong reasons. Not for who i truly am.

you won’t let go of me. even though you need to.

you won’t set me free.

you want me.

but you don’t love me

you desperately cling to me. unable to give me up.

but you don’t love me. No matter what you say.

you know better. you have to know better. but despite that, you won’t let me go.


yellow grass

I suppose cliches happen for a reason.

Like they are relateable.  Like they happen time and time again.

So here I am being predictable and cliche, writing about grass being green. Usually when it is on the other side.


Once it is gone, I miss it. For years, it was watching over my shoulder…pushing me to pull me closer. And I resented it. I was fearful of it. I repeatedly held back, pushing it away. And now, all I want in the world is to hold it so tight and never let it go.

And now that it is gone I miss it. I only appreciate it now that it is gone. What a damn cliche.

“The reason that clichés become clichés is that they are the hammers and screwdrivers in the toolbox of communication.”

Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!

Just Me.

Why is it so difficult to learn about, to figure out who we are? I am who I am, right? And I have been that person for 24 years…I would think that would automatically give me some pretty good insight to who I am, what I want, and why I do the things that I do.

Unfortunately that isn’t the way life is, at least not for me. As I go through life, gain new experiences, essentially as I grow up, I realize how little I actually know about everything – most importantly myself.

I wonder if this is common during these “change of  life” times in our lives, where everything is up in the air and we are forced to make ridiculously difficult decisions. I am finishing up my masters degree this December and trying to figure out what I want to do with my life.  I see so many options, so many paths forward, it terrifies me to choose one. But to semi-quote one of my favorite movies, even not making a decision is making a decision. Whether I like it or not, me sitting around putting off my life isn’t doing me any good. It is just pushing me towards to the one path I know that I don’t want to take. So why is it that I am doing it? Why can’t I pick another path?



never not broken

one of my good friends sent me this article about the goddess of never not broken. i think it is amazing. and very true. I think my favorite quote is,

“All the places where you’ve shattered can now reflect light and colour where there was none. Now is the time to become something new, to choose a new whole.”

My new fav goddess, Akhilanda

Why Lying Broken in a Pile on Your Bedroom Floor is a Good Idea. ~ Julie (JC) Peters


The Goddess of never not broken.

You know that feeling when you have just gone through a breakup, or lost your job, and everything is terrible and terrifying and you don’t know what to do, and you find yourself crying in a pile on your bedroom floor, barely able to remember how to use the phone, desperately looking for some sign of God in old letters, or your Facebook newsfeed or on Glee, finding nothing there to comfort you?

Come on, yes you do. We all do.

And there is a goddess from Hindu mythology that teaches us that, in this moment, in this pile on the floor, you are more powerful than you’ve ever been.

This past week, I have been deeply inspired by a talk I heard on the Yoga Teacher Telesummit by Eric Stoneberg on this relatively unknown Goddess from Hindu mythology: Akhilandeshvari.

This figure has snuck up inside me and settled into my bones. She keeps coming out of my mouth every time I teach, and she’s given me so much strength and possibility during a time of change and uncertainty in my own life. I wanted to unpack a little bit about who she is for those that might be, like me, struggling a little bit in that pile on the floor and wondering how the hell to get up again.

The answer, it turns out, is this: in pieces, warrior-style, on the back of a crocodile. Yee ha.


“Ishvari” in Sanskrit means “goddess” or “female power,” and the “Akhilanda” means essentially “never not broken.” In other words, The Always Broken Goddess. Sanskrit is a tricky and amazing language, and I love that the double negative here means that she is broken right down to her name.

But this isn’t the kind of broken that indicates weakness and terror.

It’s the kind of broken that tears apart all the stuff that gets us stuck in toxic routines, repeating the same relationships and habits over and over, rather than diving into the scary process of trying something new and unfathomable.

Akhilanda derives her power from being broken: in flux, pulling herself apart, living in different, constant selves at the same time, from never becoming a whole that has limitations.

The thing about going through sudden or scary or sad transitions (like a breakup) is that one of the things you lose is your future: your expectations of what the story of your life so far was going to become. When you lose that partner or that job or that person, your future dissolves in front of you.

And of course, this is terrifying.

But look, Akhilanda says, now you get to make a choice. In pieces, in a pile on the floor, with no idea how to go forward, your expectations of the future are meaningless. Your stories about the past do not apply. You are in flux, you are changing, you are flowing in a new way, and this is an incredibly powerful opportunity to become new again: to choose how you want to put yourself back together. Confusion can be an incredible teacher—how could you ever learn if you already had it all figured out?

This goddess has another interesting attribute, which is, of course, her ride: a crocodile.

Crocodiles are interesting in two ways: Firstly, Stoneberg explains that the crocodile represents our reptilian brain, which is where we feel fear. Secondly, the predatory power of a crocodile is not located in their huge jaws, but rather that they pluck their prey from the banks of the river, take it into the water, and spin it until it is disoriented. They whirl that prey like a dervish seeking God, they use the power of spin rather than brute force to feed themselves.

By riding on this spinning, predatory, fearsome creature, Akhilanda refuses to reject her fear, nor does she let it control her. She rides on it. She gets on this animal that lives inside the river, inside the flow. She takes her fear down to the river and uses its power to navigate the waves, and spins in the never not broken water. Akhilanda shows us that this is beautiful. Stoneberg writes:

Akhilanda is also sometimes described in our lineage like a spinning, multi-faceted prism. Imagine the Hope Diamond twirling in a bright, clear light. The light pouring through the beveled cuts of the diamond would create a whirling rainbow of color. The diamond is whole and complete and BECAUSE it’s fractured, it creates more diverse beauty. Its form is a spectrum of whirling color.

That means that this feeling of confusion and brokenness that every human has felt at some time or another in our lives is a source of beauty and colour and new reflections and possibilities.

If everything remained the same, if we walked along the same path down to the river every day until there was a groove there (as we do; in Sanskrit this is called Samskara, habits or even “some scars”), this routine would become so limited, so toxic to us that, well, the crocs would catch on, and we’d get plucked from the banks, spun and eaten.

So now is the time, this time of confusion and brokenness and fear and sadness, to get up on that fear, ride it down to the river, dip into the waves, and let yourself break. Become a prism.

All the places where you’ve shattered can now reflect light and colour where there was none. Now is the time to become something new, to choose a new whole.

But remember Akhilanda’s lesson: even that new whole, that new, colourful, amazing groove that we create, is an illusion. It means nothing unless we can keep on breaking apart and putting ourselves together again as many times as we need to. We are already “never not broken.” We were never a consistent, limited whole. In our brokenness, we are unlimited. And that means we are amazing.

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I’m 23!

I am 23.

My sister just got married. Apparently that invokes a lot of questions to the younger sister about ‘her turn.’  I have never been questioned about my intentions for marriage till my sister’s bridal shower/wedding. I am 23!  What, are we living in a Jane Austen novel? Will I wake up tomorrow an old maid?

The other day my uncle asked if I was the one who got married. I told him no. I said I am only 23! He said, that’s old. He then proceeded to ask me when I was getting married…

I don’t plan on getting married for A LONG time, if at all. Actually, I don’t see myself ever getting married. It just isn’t for me, it isn’t what I want. Why does that terrify people? It is my choice. It was their choice to get married young and be unhappy (I’m generalizing). You don’t hear me lecturing them about the responsibilities of marriage.

When I get questions about my intentions for the future I really like to just say, “I don’t believe in marriage.” Or “I don’t want children.” People tend to look at you like you are insane. and then they like to lecture you about how you just aren’t at that point yet. just wait, someday your biological clock will be ticking and you will change your mind. And then they look at you like they know something about you that you haven’t figured out yet.

what is it about the notion that I don’t want to get married, that i don’t want children, that horrifies and terrifies most people? Seriously, why do they care what I do? The decisions I make?

Personally, I don’t really get marriage. I mean you always hear that half of all marriages end in divorce. and who knows about the half that stay together…are those people really happy? From what I have seen, no not really.

I found the following chart from a website completely devoted to the subject…

Divorce statistics in America for marriage

Marriage Divorce statistics (in percent)
First Marriage 45% to 50% marriages end in divorce
Second Marriage 60% to 67% marriages end in divorce
Third Marriage 70% to 73% marriages end in divorce

* Source of this Divorce Statistics: Jennifer Baker, Forest Institute of Professional Psychology, Springfield

That is just depressing. And honestly, that 50% that is divorced are happier than the half that are suffering through their marriages, sticking it out for the kids or for religious reasons. Honestly, I never got the whole staying together for the kids thing. As a child whose parents are still together after 25 years, I always wished that my parents would get a divorce. They never seemed happy and when they would fight it would tear me up. I hated seeing it. They never seemed to love each other and honestly they still don’t. I have gotten past the wishing for the divorce thing though. they are both adults and can make their own decisions…But seriously, kids aren’t stupid. They can see what is going on with their parents, and if you think that staying in a loveless, unhappy marriage is helping them think again. I am no psychologist but I am speaking from my own experiences. I don’t think parents realize that their relationships affect their children.

One of my professors told us that after 9/11 NYC saw more life changing decisions than ever before (there was a study on it). More people quit their jobs and got divorced. People realized that life is too short to be in miserable marriages, miserable jobs, and miserable situations.

It really sucks that we have to wait till a tragedy to open our eyes and change our lives.

If I end up with someone, I want to be with them because I love him not because I have to. Same with the guy. I don’t want someone staying with me because we are married, not because he wants to.

100 things i love part 7

61. Sparkles

#62. Public Art

#63. Music that fits the mood

#64. Discovering a song, that you listen to over and over

#65. Dancing- but only when it feels right 🙂

#66. Mediterranean Food

#67. Synchronicity

#68. Ambidextrosity (is that a real word?)

#69. Loving someone. Regardless.

#70. Babies. I will be a first time aunt soon! I am sooo excited :):)