Befriend your body. Rewrite the story of your life.
Dear beautiful –
From the bottom of my wisdom heart, thank you for signing up for BodyStory: Hunger. I cannot wait to join you on this journey as we dive deeply into ourselves, our bodies, and our desires.
Our focus together during this series will be using the lens of Ayurveda to rekindle and rediscover that deep seated fire that fuels your hunger for life. After living through the last year and a half, we all need a reintroduction to the wisdom of our own bodies. There’s no better place to start than by reigniting our relationship with agni, the digestive fire that is responsible for our personal power.
Each week we’ll gather for a live session with ample opportunities to connect, learn, and ask questions. These will be supplemented by emailed Ayurvedic recipes and videos to support the physical rekindling of your inner fire.
You’ll find all the details you need to join the classes below:
When: Six Thursdays, beginning October 20 through December 2 (skipping the week of November 25 due to U.S. Thanksgiving) 4:00 – 5:15 p.m. PT
Where: Zoom
Password: 233773
What to bring: A notebook and pen (some weeks may require additional items that will be included in the reminder email)
You’ll get a reminder the day of, but mark your calendar now so the time is blocked off. While I recommend you attend live, I understand what life often throws at us. I will record each session and post it within 24 hours.
I can’t wait to see the light of your fire.
Much love,
Sonja
In Your Words
“I am a changed person because of Sonja and so are my relationships.”
"I was surprised by how well Sonja really listened to me, and not just my words. She is present, and thus can find the deeper expression among all the rambling and 'I don’t knows.'"
"Sonja is a wise, authentic guide teaching deep and mind-blowing truths using a fun, light-hearted approach.
After each session, I feel more in touch with my intuition and filled with optimism."
The Journal
How motherhood slowed me down
It’s just after 1:00 p.m. My three-year-old daughter and I make the slow walk from her school back to our home. It is a walk that takes me seven minutes alone, but with her, we take about a half hour. It’s filled with questions: What’s that flower? What’s under that pile of leaves? Why is that man walking? And of course, there is time to say hello to her friend Gustavo, who owns the hardware store down the street.
This is her time. A time to meander and to not be pushed. A space to become fully immersed in that timeless state of childhood that I am sad to admit is not possible in all other parts of her day.
When the clock strikes midnight
I’m not going out tonight.
We have an invitation. A party under the stars and next to a fire, filled with people we love. But I am tired. So I will stay in instead.
The revolution
My daughter called to me from her carseat, her voice tinged with sleep. The four-hour drive to our new home in a small Mexican town was overlapping with her naptime, but there was no other way to do it. The road was empty except for us, so I picked her up out of her carseat, wrapped her in my scarf, and nursed her to sleep on my lap. As she dozed in my arms, I watched a dog take off running at top speed along a row of restaurants. Something about the freedom of its movement, unhindered by cages or leashes, stirred some ancient part of me.
“On this path effort never goes to waste, and there is no failure.”
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40