I was remembering the 1st time I did the 7 minute Daily Practice and the challenge it was. Today I started from the beginning and did the 7 minute DP. I remember the places I struggled and anticipated the same struggles. What happened was just the opposite, well not completely I yawned multiple times the same as in the beginning. This time I made it through the 7 minutes in only 1 minute 😹😹😹. The breath holds that I thought I wouldn’t be able to hold I found I still felt I could hold a little longer I’m grateful for muscle memory and grace💜💜💜 I pray as we move through our days that we remember that it’s okay to go back to basics and give ourselves grace. Much Love and My Blessings in all you do😻😻😻 .

This is exactly what Steven and I talked about on today's podcast. Often times we can get fixated on the modality, the work, or the experience being the most important part, but actually putting what you learn, or discover, into practice is. That is integration. How have you integrated through powerful experiences in your life? Or do you find it challenging to land home the realizations? We would love to hear from you and what you will be integrating from this conversation. If you missed the LIVE click the video below to get all caught up.

Long time no see. Time to get back on track

Feathers usually pop up upon my path, that's kinda the love language The Creator and I have. Today though it floated effortlessly down to me as I sat outside drinking coffee this morning. It sat upon my spoon like it arrived to join in my thought discussion. 😁 It feels radiating to allow what's for me to come to me. To be gentle yet confident. Somatic practice has changed my life. So I'm seeing this good today as my blessing with wealth and prosperity to attend the courses so I too can facilitate others coming home within 🦋🔅

This morning, I woke to the sound of my elderly cat Cesare peeing on the floor. That unmistakable splash jolted me from sleep, and my first impulse was to scream “No!” But then I saw him—curled, ashamed, belly hurting. He hasn’t been the same since his brother died. I cleaned up the mess, then sat with him, rubbing his belly. And in that moment, I realized how often I override the soft disruptions—the inconvenient, tender invitations to slow down, to tend, to notice. What interrupted your rhythm today?Was it a body sensation, a creature, a memory, a mess? Did you meet it with resistance, care, curiosity? I’m wondering what’s tugging at your attention lately—what’s asking to be tended to, even if it’s unglamorous or unexpected.