Befriend your body. Rewrite the story of your life.
Share your BirthStory
Bridge the digital world by sharing the imperfect perfect story of your child’s birth.
Just paste your story below. I’m not going to grade it. I’m not going to check your grammar. I’m definitely not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.
(If there are parts that might inspire other women, I will ask for your permission before I show them your bold act.)
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I am a wisdom guide, combining intuitive healing, Ayurveda, and the deeper teachings of yoga.
I teach Ayurveda , but not as a list of rules.
Through my membership program, you’ll learn how to access an inner knowing about your body. Break free from perfectionism and live in true health.
I teach yoga , but not only as a physical experience.
Joining The Nest gives you access to the deeper teachings and practices of yoga designed to support the single most defining factor in your health -- your mind.
The Journal
A mother’s dinacharya
I used to be the type of person who was offended at any notion that I should rise before 10:00 a.m. From ages 11 to 25, I stayed in bed most days until about 11:00 a.m., then stumbled around in my pajamas until I decided it was finally time to do something with the day. Often, by the time I finally made it out the door, I found that the day had long since passed.
This woman who used to shuffle through life has long since been transformed. When I traded my late nights for day jobs, I found something quite fascinating: I actually enjoyed the mornings. When I began setting my alarm to make it to 6:00 a.m. yoga asana classes, I knew that something had shifted in me that would never go back.
Reclaim morning: A recipe for porridge and life
There is a different kind of morning waiting for you, more than a caffeinated rush to get out the door. This morning is delicious, slow, and nourishing. And it tastes like porridge.
Impossible, you think. You’re busy. You have children who need tending. Breakfast (if it happens at all) is cold cereal or a frozen bagel. But before you believe what you’re saying, I’ll ask: Is that the way you want your life to be?
Forgiveness on a purple silk pillow
I worry that she will hate me one day. That she will take personally my look of exhaustion when she dumps a bucket of bathwater on the bathroom floor, or the way I am a little rough with a wet rag cleaning sweet potato from her ear at dinner.
“On this path effort never goes to waste, and there is no failure.”
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40