Happy Monday, ya’ll. We got this…

I try to meditate often, and do it mostly for rest and sleep. Short sessions when I’m in line somewhere or in my car just to ground. Recently I just started to use yoga nidra for some chronic pain, but im afraid to do it now that I’m going thru some grief. What are your thoughts or insights on this?

over the next seven days, I’m going to be taking some time to rest & restore and would love your insights, but first, a little update. i was invited, somewhat last minute, to guide a yoga nidra practice at a beautiful women’s retreat. with everything moving through my heart lately, it felt like A FULL-BODY soul-aligned ‘YES’. while i’m there, i’ll be turning inward. listening. gathering inspiration. allowing space for what wants to emerge next for this community and beyond. you may not hear from me quite as much over the next few days. and i trust you. this space continues because you continue. in the meantime, i gently suggest revisiting the seven-day REST & RESTORE chakra series. move through it slowly. choose the one that calls to you. or begin again from the root and journey upward. and here’s something i’d love to invite… If you were to attend a retreat designed exactly for you… what would it include? more silence? nature walks? deep conversation? long yoga nidras? nervous system workshops? journaling by candlelight? share with me below. i’m listening 😉😉 Connect with you all again soon!

This week, I have been overly invested in the viral story of Punch, the monkey, going around. If you haven't seen yet, Punch is a baby Japanese macaque at the Ichikawa City Zoo in Japan who became a global internet sensation after a heartbreaking start to life. Here’s the story in a nutshell: - Punch’s mother rejected him soon after birth.. something that left him without the most fundamental source of comfort and security every infant primate depends on. 💔 - Zookeepers gave him a large stuffed orangutan plushie as a form of comfort and support. Punch clings to it constantly, carrying it like a lifeline. 🧸 This image is the moment that cracked people’s hearts worldwide. - Since joining the other macaques, Punch has been trying to figure out where he fits. He’s been pushed away. Bullied. Excluded. - And in between the hard moments, there are glimpses: an older macaque tolerating him nearby, one even taking time to groom him. Punch is in that messy middle space: not fully outside anymore, not fully secure yet either. And maybe that’s why we can’t look away. Because so many of us are in our own version of that phase: • New job • New community • Healing after rejection • Rebuilding trust • Trying again after being pushed out There’s something deeply human about watching this small little creature keep choosing connection - trying to fit in. Brave, sweet Punch. If you’re in your own integration season and it's feeling awkward, uncertain, hopeful.. you can take this as your reminder: sometimes finding our place takes time. 🐒✨ Anyone else weirdly obsessed with Punch this week? Or just me haha?

Oh you guys..my heart is so grateful. I was lying here feeling so alone and lost and then I remembered to check Ayla’s Skool. I am so used to no support I was actually scared to check. I had a challenging but amazing day at my new school. I cried in public, then ran to the ladies and began to plot how to escape and never go back. I felt like a caged animal ready to gnaw my own appendage off rather than go back into that class. But then I heard this little voice outside the bathroom stall. It was the little girl I had helped yesterday by letting her tell me about her miscarriage. She had seen me spiral and followed me. So I came out and got a hug, then the teacher came in made me feel empowered NOT ASHAMED. I showed fragility and nobody kicked me to the curb for the curb for it. Unheard of in my life. Unheard of…so I went back to class and it was ok. And now you all…😢😢😢😢 Thank you so much. I have always been there for others, but this time people were there for me. God bless all of you💚💚💚💚💚