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Yoga Alchemy Why did I go and what did I get? Originally I decided to go on this yoga retreat because I was feeling like I would like to learn from great teachers. I wanted to take some time for my self and do something different, to have a little adventure in the middle of my very ordinary life. I love the unknown and the feelings that come with planning for something completely out of the ordinary. Knowing one of the facilitators I felt that this journey would be safe enough. If he’s gone there before I should be fine. The Space looked gorgeous on the website and apparently has hosted many other retreat groups before.   When I purchased the retreat I didn’t tell my husband for the fear of his reaction to my being frivolous and selfish, of course these were my own hang-ups. When I finally told him about my trip he was very supportive. He said, “ you’re a grown ass woman, you can do what ever you want.” As I was traveling my audio book of choice was Joseph

Oh  Guatemala  Sitting on the deck over looking the Lago Atitlan early morning fog lifting from the water as the Suns rays filter in. The water calm and glassy a solitary boat moves silently through the mist. Yoga in the lotus Temple. Waking up into my body. Arriving in my skin. Breathing through my cells. Honoring all that have come before me and all those yet to come. I am in total gratitude for this very moment. This very moment.  Coming to this place was series of events and decisions mostly synchronistic  in nature and it all started with my damn shoulder.  Months ago I had a strange pain that would bring my attention to it sporadically usually at night or right before a work out. It was never painful enough for me to do anything drastic about it. Mostly it would come and go with me pushing through the uncomfortable sensations and ignoring it as much as I could. At the same time as this mysterious pain arrived I began to have vivid dreams about poverty, filth,disgusting

A balloon ride, three friends, 3000 feet above the earth, topless. This all started as a pet project. One day my girlfriends and I decided we would be travel bloggers. Our intention was to travel the world, see exotic places, experience wonderful adventures and enjoy amazing events, then share the stories with all of you through blogging. Our first task was to create a Day full of fun and excitement right in our own back yard. The beautiful town of Pagosa Springs Colorado is nestled in the San Juan Mountains, and already a very popular tourist destination. The day was to be a portrayal of our love of travel, friendship and fun. Hoping to inspire others along the way. The topless bit was discussed as a way to celebrate our glorious wild women sisterhood and challenge others to embrace their bodies and be a little risqué simply for the sake of it.      (side note)…..I have never flashed anyone and in fact grew up in a rigorous religious household that shamed our bo

Memory A young 24 year old pregnant woman crying in a heap on the bathroom floor. Pleading to God to just make it end. I was begging God to take away my life and end the misery. The pain was tremendous and I knew I couldn’t bare it for one more day. At the time my husband and I and two little children lived in house in San Diego with several other people. The house was rented by the owner of the company we worked for. We rented a small bedroom from him.    We were both working for a direct sales and marketing company and had nothing to our name except a few suit cases, an air mattress, (we slept on with our toddler son), and a playpen set up as my baby daughters makeshift crib. Our bags were stacked around the tiny room. My husband and I had to put our two little ones into a day care in order to go out into the sales field daily just to make enough money to buy milk and diapers maybe remain noodles for that day. My son pretty much lived off of peanut butter. During this ch

Comfort zone Waking up with a headache, foggy brain, sore tired body, and heavy eyes, then jumping into a rental car on the other side of the planet.   Trusting that my navigation will take me safely through all the one ways and roundabouts, narrow roads and the Autostrada. Driving a car in Florence Italy was one of the challenges that had me questioning my ability as a driver and my own good judgment. However the call for an adventure was clearly louder than the call to be reasonable. As I drove in this foreign land I had an over whelming sensation that every thing will be alright just pay attention. My first stop on the Autostrada was an Auto Grill (Gas station stop on the toll road with food and shops) where I picked up water, Chianti, and an old school paper map. Then proceeded to find my way through beautiful Tuscany.   Into the little town of Caviglia and the gorgeous 700 year old villa Le Lappe. This trip was planned as a destination wedding for my Sweet friend and her ad