Welcome back stranger. – says me to myself, my inner writer self. Funny how we can become accustomed to doing something that gives us joy and then one day we leave it behind reminiscing in the joy we once had while engaging in said activity. Writing gives me so much joy and I closed my… Read More I cried on the gym floor. It was self-care<3
We took a yoga class together last night. Of all the things that we could have been doing, or should I say, you could have been doing, but you chose to take a yoga class with me. A hot yoga class at that. Lately, it seems that we cannot agree on a lot of things… Read More Today’s Haiku Is Yoga.
For decades, women have suffered through oppression and being silenced by our male counterparts. Fighting for equality in every aspects of our lives, voting was just the beginning of the struggle. In America today women are paid 20% less than our male counterparts, according to the Institute for Womens Policy Research. One third more women… Read More To end oppression means to redefine the standards and create new normalcies.
Awareness. To bring awareness to the body, is to bring peace to the center of oneself, to connect the mind, the body and spirit in harmony to create comfort and stability. I practice bringing awareness to my center daily, whether it be through mindful mediation, a few deep breathing techniques everyday or just hitting the… Read More #metoo
I read an article the other day that stated that a young man was going to be granted the ability to play football after raping a young woman at his high school. I read this article, fighting back tears. Through this journey of life after trauma there are several things I have learned and continue… Read More He rapes and continues to live, but what about her?
The smell of fall weather in the midwest is something that I can never grow sick of. I love going home to the smell of the crisp country air, the leaves changing colors, the baggy sweaters, pumpkin spice lattes and lets not forget that its football season. What a wonderful time to be alive. Yet,… Read More He put his hands on me, and I couldn’t even protect myself…
Its been a long time since I have made my way to my blog. I have missed writing so much, and it seems I have so much to say. So lets see where I should start.. oh yeah, with the most exciting new stuff!! I got a puppy! His name is Oliver Winston Cross, and… Read More Why are women asked to be silent and brush off the actions of men, but men are never held accountable for their actions?