Spring is here! The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and life is being reborn. It's a powerful time to manifest the birth of "new" in ones life. The birth of love, beauty and creation.
A few weeks ago I decided I wanted to teach yoga again. I have been substituting for kids yoga classes here and there but wanted to take it a step further and start teaching in a studio again. I knew instinctively if I wanted to teach I needed to practice and cultivate that energy.
I started my practice on my porch with the sun warming my skin. It felt amazing to be back in my body and in touch with my spirit. I then offered a friend of mine classes to cultivate the energy even further. Within two weeks I received a call to substitute at my favorite studio in the area.
I took that opportunity in a flash and knew that this would be my chance to really show up in what I have been creating. The class went beautifully and I was asked to start teaching regularly. The power of manifestation is truly magic.
Although I'm no stranger to this phenomenon it truly blows my mind each time. I feel very blessed to create my visions into reality so quickly.
Energy follows attention :)
This spring is bringing forth the birth of peaceful path in yoga for me and I look forward to new and bright beginnings.
What will this spring bring forth for you??
Namaste
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Monday, March 24, 2014
Monday, March 10, 2014
Age With Grace
Last week I'm proud to say I celebrated my 31st birthday. Someone asked me "So does 31 feel any different?"
I replied with a simple yes and a smile as it would take too long to to explain.
A lot of people also would jokingly say "what are you 25?" as if I would rather be 25? I know it's all in good fun but I couldn't help but notice how the art of aging seems to be tabu especially for women. Many women do not like to divulge how old they are to others but I'm not one of them. I'm proud to be 31 and I'll be proud to be 51 or 61 when that time comes.
Last year I greeted my 30's fully aware of the new journey of woman hood I was about to embark. This year that still stands true as I now embrace it even fuller.
A couple weeks before my birthday my cousin/best friend came to visit me with a dear friend of ours. The last time we were all together was ten years ago at the ripe young age of 21 where they visited me in Las Vegas. We took spontaneous adventures to California, wore scandalously clad outfits, drank too much and danced our asses off. This trip was much different. Although I was sick and had to be on vocal rest I don't think much else would have changed. We watched movies in matching fleece PJ's, cooked at home and drank tea. We also indulged in smutty magazines and took quizzes. (Interestingly enough we found ourselves mostly appalled at the articles and advertisements within it's pages. More on that another time) We couldn't help but laugh at the way things have changed in 10 years time but also how much we were still the same.
I find such beauty in aging and hold each birthday close to my heart. Each year brings more wisdom, memories and adventures. Last year I greeted my 30's with a new environment, new job, new friends and most of all my wonderful husband. I knew then my 30's would teach me how to be a new kind of woman. This year being with my husband and all my amazing friends and cast mates was truly a blessing as we celebrated my 31 years of life with a masquerade ball.
My 20's were amazing! Although I had many dark moments I grew strong from them and I'm appreciative to have lived so wildly. In my 20's I couldn't see myself being a wife or a mother. So being a wife and wanting to be a mother really blows my mind. It's very exciting. I know I repeat myself on that subject often. Maybe it's because it was so far out of my realm at one point it's hard to believe. I'm very grateful.
Needless to say there are shifts in mind and body as I gracefully age and it truly is beautiful. My husband likes to compare me to a fine wine. That I won't argue.
For my sisters out there reading this... Embrace your age. Embrace your inner and outer beauty. Embrace each moment as we grow wise. Love your body. Love your sisters. Love where you are right now. Laugh often and share your wisdom. Never dumb yourself down or discredit yourself. Accept compliments with grace and when someone asks how old you are... tell the truth with bold confidence because you are beautiful.
I replied with a simple yes and a smile as it would take too long to to explain.
A lot of people also would jokingly say "what are you 25?" as if I would rather be 25? I know it's all in good fun but I couldn't help but notice how the art of aging seems to be tabu especially for women. Many women do not like to divulge how old they are to others but I'm not one of them. I'm proud to be 31 and I'll be proud to be 51 or 61 when that time comes.
Last year I greeted my 30's fully aware of the new journey of woman hood I was about to embark. This year that still stands true as I now embrace it even fuller.
A couple weeks before my birthday my cousin/best friend came to visit me with a dear friend of ours. The last time we were all together was ten years ago at the ripe young age of 21 where they visited me in Las Vegas. We took spontaneous adventures to California, wore scandalously clad outfits, drank too much and danced our asses off. This trip was much different. Although I was sick and had to be on vocal rest I don't think much else would have changed. We watched movies in matching fleece PJ's, cooked at home and drank tea. We also indulged in smutty magazines and took quizzes. (Interestingly enough we found ourselves mostly appalled at the articles and advertisements within it's pages. More on that another time) We couldn't help but laugh at the way things have changed in 10 years time but also how much we were still the same.
I find such beauty in aging and hold each birthday close to my heart. Each year brings more wisdom, memories and adventures. Last year I greeted my 30's with a new environment, new job, new friends and most of all my wonderful husband. I knew then my 30's would teach me how to be a new kind of woman. This year being with my husband and all my amazing friends and cast mates was truly a blessing as we celebrated my 31 years of life with a masquerade ball.
My 20's were amazing! Although I had many dark moments I grew strong from them and I'm appreciative to have lived so wildly. In my 20's I couldn't see myself being a wife or a mother. So being a wife and wanting to be a mother really blows my mind. It's very exciting. I know I repeat myself on that subject often. Maybe it's because it was so far out of my realm at one point it's hard to believe. I'm very grateful.
Needless to say there are shifts in mind and body as I gracefully age and it truly is beautiful. My husband likes to compare me to a fine wine. That I won't argue.
For my sisters out there reading this... Embrace your age. Embrace your inner and outer beauty. Embrace each moment as we grow wise. Love your body. Love your sisters. Love where you are right now. Laugh often and share your wisdom. Never dumb yourself down or discredit yourself. Accept compliments with grace and when someone asks how old you are... tell the truth with bold confidence because you are beautiful.
Friday, March 7, 2014
1st First Friday Friend Day! Dominique Wnuk
Starting today is the 1st First Friday Friend Day where every first Friday of the month I will feature a guest writer to share what makes them go "OM". I originally got this idea because I am surrounded by such fantastic, powerful and positive women that inspire me daily and as sisters we need to stick together and share with one another.
This week I am honored to share Dominique Wnuk with you all. She is my cousin, my best friend since diapers and a soul mate. She's an artist, photographer, wife, a go getter and just plain fabulous. I could go on and on but I'm gonna let her take the reigns.
Before I get started, I want to invite you all to join me in
wishing my favorite motivator, influencer, Namaste-er, singer, songwriter,
dancer, sister, cousin, BFF a very happy birthday! Here is to the best year
ever! Love you.
This week I am honored to share Dominique Wnuk with you all. She is my cousin, my best friend since diapers and a soul mate. She's an artist, photographer, wife, a go getter and just plain fabulous. I could go on and on but I'm gonna let her take the reigns.
Bright Pink
By Dominique Wnuk
“Anyone can hide. Facing up to things, working through them,
that's what makes you strong.”
― Sarah Dessen
On her blog, Angela shares with us many empowering tips.
Ideas to set goals, shift consciousness and live abundantly – all as a means to
come from a place of "yes."
When she asked me to share some thoughts with you about
living intentionally my mind raced on topics. I can make a killer to-do list,
health-ify all kinds of recipes, reverse engineer goals like a pro, teach you
techniques to take an award-winning photo, point you to work out routines and
pin the most stunning wedding you can imagine on Pinterest (even though I'm
already married). I'm always happy to share knowledge and gravitate towards
learning new things from those around me. I'd love to write about any of those things
(and hope Angela has me back to do so).
Let's start here though. The aforementioned to-do list. I
want to tell you about a task that was lingering on my to-do list that I
recently crossed off. It was a unique accomplishment; A monkey on my back that
brought with it fear. That bad energy has four letters – BRCA, a hereditary
gene mutation that can predispose carriers to breast and ovarian cancer. Women
with harmful mutations in either BRCA1 or BRCA2 have risk of breast cancer that
is about five times the normal risk, and a risk of ovarian cancer that is about
ten to thirty times normal (source). Having family members with
the confirmed mutation, I could be a carrier. Onto my to-do list went "get
tested for the BRCA mutation."
(source)
And there it sat. A commitment I was hiding from. I never
made the appointment, telling myself if I had it I might believe myself into
being sick or that it cost too much to get tested. But then another cousin of mine reached out
to share her experience with the testing, the information she was provided by
her genetic counselors and about how positive her whole experience was, I couldn't
hide from this any longer.
Here was a test that would identify my risk proactively,
before it ever became life-threatening. Arming myself with knowledge, my risk
and lifestyle changes is not something I should fear, in fact, it is smart and
empowering. It will keep me around for my family. Once I shifted my consciousness
around that blessing it became an opportunity. Being tested for the BRCA1 gene
is an opportunity that was not afforded to women in generations before me.
And with that, I called my friends in the genetics department
at a nearby hospital and scheduled an appointment. Here's a list of the risk for
those who should consider the testing.
- A personal history of breast cancer at age 50 or younger
- A personal or family history of male breast cancer
- A personal or family history of bilateral breast cancer (cancer in both breasts)
- A personal history of ovarian cancer
- A parent, sibling, child, grandparent, grandchild, uncle, aunt, nephew, niece or first cousin diagnosed with breast cancer at age 45 or younger
- A mother, sister, daughter, grandmother, granddaughter, aunt, niece or first cousin diagnosed with ovarian cancer
- A family history of both breast and ovarian cancers on the same side of the family (either mother's or father's side of the family)
I wanted to share this with you all as a means to encourage
other strong, smart and beautiful women to consider their risk factors, do
their research and get this test if you're at risk. To get started researching
your family history here
is a great list of questions to ask.
Let's address the elephant in the room – the cost. If you're
afraid of the costs here are a couple of tips. First, ask your genetic
counselor for the insurance code, then call and check with your insurance
carrier what the costs are before the appointment. My plan covered most of the
testing due to my risk level and that I knew which strain my family member had
been confirmed to have. And, the genetic testing center even provided paperwork
saying that they would alert me of any cost exceeding $375 out of pocket before
proceeding with reviewing the test. If you need assistance there is an amazing
charity that Christina Applegate started called Right Action for Women where
you can apply to obtain funding: http://rightactionforwomen.org/.
Here's another great list of resources: http://www.brightpink.org/i-am-high-risk/financial-resources/ There are resources available to help you
take control.
The visit itself entails a consultation
with a genetics counselor who reviews your risk, discusses lifestyle changes
and what steps could be taken for my breast and ovarian health of carriers and
explains the screening. The screen is a
blood test or a saliva test. My results took 3-4 weeks to come in.
My results came back negative – there is no mutation
present. And I am so, so grateful. However, there are still lifestyle
changes I am enacting because my risk is still higher given my family history.
Those measures include upping my exercise routine, changing my diet to include
more fruits and vegetables (here
is a great grocery shopping list), reducing chemical usage in my home, and
getting a mammogram and MRI this year to get a baseline. Here are some more
amazing tips: http://www.breastcancerfund.org/assets/pdfs/tips-fact-sheets/1-sheet-tip-cards.pdf
This may be a bit different than Angela's typical posts. I
understand cancer can be a difficult and scary topic. But what I'm talking
about is the bright side, because I truly believe there is one; the opportunity
to take action. Spend the time doing the research, talking to other women and
encouraging other women to take actions themselves. We have to support each
other on and this is an amazing place to start.
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