Category : Mantra

Hi, friends. It’s been a few months. A few quiet months here in this space, but a busy few months wrapping up my sabbatical. Since I’ve last posted, I’ve been to Austin to visit a bestie from college, to Boulder for the awesome Hanuman Festival and to visit my constant champion, to Anchorage to take in the scenery before a photog bestie moves to Japan, to the Twin Cities to see Adele, and last to Denver to attend the American Psychological Association Conference. WHEW. See? I’ve been busy, if quiet here at LR.

At this year’s conference, I had the opportunity to give a talk on anything I wanted. I had this exquisite time given to me having won an award at last year’s conference. Whereas many people take this opportunity to talk about their research or their career, I decided to talk about what is closest to my heart these days — LOVE. The title of my talk was, “The Love Campaign: How Divorce, Friendship, and Yoga Changed My Life.” Yes, I decided to give a very personal talk at a professional conference. And I’m so grateful I did. I practiced vulnerability. I stepped into my full self. I spoke my truth.

You can listen to the entire talk (minus the warm introduction I received) right here…

Love IS our superpower. Keep spreading the love and light, and saying “yes,” Love Warriors. xoxo

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I’m a big believer in the Universe and that everything is unfolding as it should. BUT. That sentiment is so incredibly challenging to hold on to when you feel like your life is a shitshow and everything appears as though it is falling apart. When the seams of your life are unravelling, it’s beyond hard to think, “Yup, this is right where I need to be. This is good. This is what I need.”

Yet, I realize I can’t trust in the Universe and believe that everything is unfolding as it should ONLY when life feels good and is matching my version of what I want it to be. That’s not what trust is. As difficult as this past year has been, and as much as I would have told you to “shut the fuck up” if you had uttered the words to me that life is unfolding as it should, I am actually coming around. I’m beginning to see that, yes, there were some very good reasons my life needed to blow up. Among the darkness and pain of 2015, so much beauty has shown up. The Love Campaign would never have been born. My heart wouldn’t have broken open. Love wouldn’t have been able to pour out of those cracks and flood to the people dear to me. Nor would love have been able to come in, be received, flood my heart. I wouldn’t have seen so many dear friends from across the continent (thank you, Melissa​, Corinna​, Hillary​, Tracy​, Andy, Josh​, Cherish​). And I know, I trust, there are so many more amazing and beautiful things unfolding that I’m not even aware of yet.

Buddha_rsSo, yeah. Let me hold on to this moment. This knowing that in what feels “bad” and what feels shattering at the time (and for quite awhile after) is likely creating space for so much more of what I need.

Big love to you all. xoxo

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I am so in love.
With you.
With me.
With breath.
With movement.
With this grey and iced-over day.
With the heat in my heart.
I am so in love.
Bliss ran up my spine in yoga today.
My heart burst open, wide.
Love confetti flying across the world.
I wished for each piece to touch every one of you.
My soul could feel yours in the vibration of this beautiful and tragic life.
We are all connected.
And I…I am so in love.
Come fall with me.



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I somewhat jokingly posted on Facebook that I have developed an addiction to buying shirts with the word “love” emblazoned on them. My collection keeps growing and I can’t seem to stop myself from buying just one more, and then another, and then… Talking with one of my best guys this week, he mentioned how much he is digging this “love campaign” I’ve got going on. Huh. A love campaign?


Truth be told, I have been rather love focused this year. This is surprising, most of all to me, given that I’ve been dealing with the greatest heartbreak of my life. Love walked right out my own front door, and I seem to have been seeking it everywhere since. Literally putting love on. Wearing “love” on ever increasing numbers of tanks and tees. Maybe I’ve been unconsciously believing if I have the word “love” written across my chest, it will fill up my heart by way of osmosis.

You see, the other truth is that I have been filled with rage. Sorrow. Disbelief. I’ve had vengeful thought after vengeful thought. Mean. Perverse. Bordering on evil fantasies. Ideas of possible futures blowing up in the face of a person who I used to know. Who I used to love. Who I used to have a life with. My thoughts and I have been dark. So dark I don’t even want to admit that it’s true I have these images, these scenarios I dream up as I drive to work, walk the dog, read words on a page with no retention.

I want to hide these parts for fear that you will see how awful I can be. Flooded with hate. Venom coursing through me. But all those feelings are true. They cannot be denied. They won’t allow me to disown them. He cut and run, and never looked back. After 16 years.

But his actions, his choices of abandonment, they say far more about him than they ever will about me.

Because I can feel this darkness, this black vastness, begin to eat me alive. And I won’t allow that. I can’t. I will not let hate take root. I will not let the vengeful fantasies, the voodoo thoughts take over. Why? To do so would mean to turn away from the light. To disavow the incredible love that surrounds me. The love that has held me up and not let me be sucked into the vortex of bleakness.

Love is not simply a word inscribed on my phone case, my sweatshirt, my yoga tank. Love is my religion, my practice, my guide. Love is what I want to be, how I want to be, who I want to be. I want to radiate love. I want to breathe love in. I want to shower you with love. Love is everything. Love is the only thing.

love-breeds-love_rsSo, yeah. Maybe I am on a love campaign.

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Happy 2015, friends. I’ve got love on the brain. No, “love” is not my one word for the year, yet it’s palpable for me as this new year begins. I’m reflecting on the opportunity we have every day, in each of our relationships, to choose love. Although I’m not one for making new year’s resolutions per se (I do set intentions for the year ahead), I’d like to dedicate myself to choosing love. I want to engage in love as a living, breathing entity that must be cared for and tended to. I want to embrace love as a practice.

Eiffel-Tower-Flowers_rsChoose love. Be love. Practice love. I can’t think of anything more important.

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