“Oil Can!”

March 2020. Pre-Covid.
Making bigger strides this year!

After close to a month off due to travel and holiday plans, I started back exercising Monday, doing workouts from home. Mostly focusing on yoga for a while to regain some flexibility.

Aches and pains finding there way into my joints where I haven’t been used to feeling them. “Has my age finally caught up with me?” My mind wonders reflecting on my birthday that just passed.

Going back to my favorite Seane Corn, Detox video, one that incorporates stretches and twists through a great variety of asanas. Ultimately releasing tremendous tension and unknown stress.

After the first few vinyasas, my body is seriously feeling it!! “OIL CAN!!” I hear the tinman’s request loud in my head as I experience the pulling of tendons and tissues, proclaiming my stiffness more loudly than typical.

My neck pops and creeks, audibly confirming the dissatisfaction of my body to the fact I took some time off. A painful reminder of exactly why I don’t like to hiatus from my workouts, because returning hurts as if starting over.

It’s a good hurt though. One that is becoming less intense with each new stretch. Finding some relief, only to go further into the bend.

The end comes and I am greeted with the physical relief of not all, but at least some of my physical pain. Tomorrow is another day, and I will keep “oiling” my joints until I am once again moving pain-free with the flexibility of a teenager.

My point, starting a new exercise routine is never easy.


The first thing you need is MOTIVATION! Motivation to not only start, but to carry you through the sticking points of “This hurts too much! It isn’t worth it!”

It hurts because your muscles aren’t conditioned. They’re screaming at you for not utilizing them the way they were meant to be used. Too much time sitting behind a computer or laying on the couch.

Listen to that hurt. I say there’s a good pain and a bad one. One can feel the difference. The good pain comes from your body celebrating your decision to become more mobile. The bad pain shoots a warning sign to your brain, saying, ” You keep that up, you’ll end up in the ER!” Heed your warnings!



For me, any more, this is second nature. Somewhat organic, allowing my plan to materialize as I begin making forward steps. For the average person, this is not true, so know what your goal or goals are.

What is it you’re wanting to accomplish? More flexibility? More muscle tone? Weight/inches loss? Increased strength? Cardio endurance?

Set up a program, or get with a trainer, that will start you moving in the direction of success. Success comes in increments, so celebrate all the small victories as well as large.


To me working out is about a lifestyle choice. It’s not an unrealistic goal I try to keep for a brief amount of time, but rather a way of life I nurture and support with my food intake and exercise choices. So, in other words, Be Kind To Yourself!!

Don’t go into this with a perfectionist mindset. Its not all or none. You will make choices you’re not always happy with, give yourself some leeway here.


Starting out, I liked to keep a journal. Documenting all I ate and drank, but also my workouts and exercises. This allowed for me to go back and acknowledge my gains in the gym, and help see my weak spots with my diet. Always remembering to be kind with myself on both.

These are just a few thoughts on getting a new routine started, and keeping it going. Priming the mind for the beginning of new lifestyle changes that come with the 1st of the year.

I don’t use the word resolution because that word to me has evolved some negative connotations. To me, it’s all about a lifestyle choice. Doing a self inventory, either mentally, or I find more concrete results when written down on paper.

That’s where my mind is now. Running its year long analysis of my strengths and weaknesses. What I want to become better at. What negative behaviors I can leave behind.

This winter, I am truly dedicating to discovering “beautiful”. Mind, body, soul. What is the best version of me? A work of art in the progress.

Using my physical being as my modeling clay, I am setting out to sculpt the most fabulous version of me! Knowing full well that true beauty begins on the inside and radiates out.

Join me on my journey. Begin and take action immediately along with me! Or find the inspiration along my journey and jump in at a later date.

I love what I do! Love the results I feel! There is no way to explain it but to experience it for yourself. It creates a whole new mindset. Frees up live giving Prahna, or energy, to focus on more creative life-giving purposes.

I move forward with passion in my heart, and excitement in my belly. It’s the only possible direction for me to move in because … Revolution Begins With Me!

And best regards for all to tap into their true potential of self in 2021!


Death and Rebirth

Just like the cycling of the seasons, with the coming of autumn, if we are wise, we are continuously experiencing death and rebirth.. As the trees release this year’s leaves and fall to the ground, so we should be shedding that which no longer works for us.

Pulling inward with the winter to reflect and take inventory; What is it you really want to be doing with your life? What is it you want to share with the world? What mark do you want to leave behind? How do you want to be remembered?

We have but one life. Carpe Diem. Why not live it to the fullest and become the best version of you that is possible. Drop fear to the side. Do the things your heart has always wanted to do. And, if you haven’t taken the time to ask your heart what it truly wants to do, the time is now to have that conversation.

We are currently in a time of chaos and unrest. But, that time is ending. This is a time of great transition. The paradigm we have been living in is collapsing. A portal is being opened to a new dimension. A more loving peace filled way of life is evolving.

It is time to look inside and discover who we truly are. Time to ignite the spirits we have allowed to shrivel and shrink within us. It is now time to illuminate. Be a conscious part of the historic evolution that is underway.

Drop the negative thoughts, the doubtful reasons why you don’t do what it is you love. Discover, or rediscover, that which brings your heart and soul joy. Find your passion, big or small. Then, go out and experience it. Experience it to it’s fullest. Be in the moment. Feel the light inside begin to shine as you honor your deeper self.

In honoring that deeper part of you, the part that makes you unique, the part that has to offer something vastly different from others, you allow your light to shine. And, in allowing your light to shine, you help give others the ability to find theirs and do the same.

It’s time to do that deep work of shedding our useless layers. Time to let them fall like the autumn leaves. Then, to experience the rebirth that is to follow. Time to illuminate your world. Let your light shine as bright as God/The Universe meant it to shine.

As for me, I continue to evolve. Caring less each day what others think and more how I can make my Light the brightest I can. I feel my layers falling to the side daily. Waking up to a new and more passionate person every morning. Excited to see what comes next. Excited to see what miracle happens today …for I know, the Revolution Begins With Me

Setting my sights high!

The Rant I Knew Was Coming!

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I put it out there the other day, that what I wrote was my “mother’s rant”, but true to fashion, as I know myself, what I feel always comes a couple days before the actual event.

Today, is in fact the day my “Rant” has bubbled to the surface. And, it has done so for several different reasons. First, and foremost on my list though, is an extremely sad loss that I learned of yesterday.

I consider myself very blessed to have grown up in the area I did, during the time that I did, around the people that I did. Not that I would say I was really close to them at the time, but I was very aware that collectively we had something very unique, very special, and quite rare.

That being said, when my BFF of 50 plus years, was on her return home texting spree, after a funeral for her husband’s family member a couple states away, and she sent me a screen shot from a closed class Facebook account, regarding a classmate whose 26 year old son had “passed” the day before, I was beyond deeply saddened.

It had been bad enough, the few times last year when posts came across that we had lost members of our class of 144, which graduated in the year of 1983, but to think that one of them had just lost a child, was heartbreaking.

After the screenshot she sent, she sent me a more personal, and acutely disturbing text message from another classmate, as they both had children who were good friend’s with the deceased.

The cause of death was unknown, but the situation in which this young man was found, dying in his sleep, after an unsuccessful attempt at CPR. having a history of depression, anxiety, and alcohol problems broke my heart.

Beginning to write this, on a day that held immensely painful memories for myself, memories I have finally been able to free myself of after 15 long painful years, the news hit me really hard.

The “Elephant in the Room,” that no one wants to talk about, but everyone is finally growing more concerned of, due to its sky-rocketing occurrences, at younger and younger ages, is depression and worse, suicide. (Not at all saying that was what this was.)

Why someone would, or could, do such a thing, such as taking their own life, is something I understand way too well.

Not only losing my father in this manner, but fearing for many years that my youngest son would head down a similar road, and also having grappled with periods of depression myself, it’s a topic I am familiar with on a profound level.

Some time after losing my dad, back in 1994, working as a critical care nurse, and seeing several suicide attempts coming in on a weekly basis, I had heard, or read, that depression was due to an emptiness within the psyche, or the spiritual self. Being a free-spirit, and being conscious of a world most weren’t, these words spoke to me.

Especially back then, the “material” age, leading into the new millennium, with the “millennials,” totally wrapped in ego-living and pure self-gratification, the thought of spirit had all but been extinguished from the American language.

It seems that, not until the last several years, has there really started to be a resurgence of the huge role spirit plays in one’s life. Or, how, with people who suffer from depression, and other mental illness, the complete absence of the role of lack of spirit as a cause exists.

People can, and will scoff, at what I write, but I write from a place of KNOWING. A place of not just watching and observing on a daily basis, but from a place of experiencing on a personal level.

We hear endlessly about chemical imbalances, and the use of pharmaceuticals as the answer. Absolutely, yes, this plays a role, but where is the discussion of the spirit? And, the spiritual emptiness within people’s lives that lead to addictions of every type imaginable? Why mental health problems are truthfully mushrooming off the chart?

I say what I say from a personal perspective. My dad committed suicide because his was lost, broken and empty inside. Possessing a spirit, that I remember from an early age, was alive and full of energy. Full of excitement for life, and the natural aspects of the world, one’s connection to Mother Earth.

He instilled all of this energy, compassion, and love of nature into me as a child. Something I would tap more into and begin to understand in my early years of motherhood.

Depression would raise its ugly head during periods of my life, when the deeper, spiritual side of me, was not being fed. Then, when my youngest son started to profoundly grapple with the dark side of his psyche, I became very aware that I needed to dig deeper within myself to find answers for me, so that I could find answers for him.

It was only in reconnecting with all the things that fed my spirit, that fed my soul; music, movement, and Mother Earth, that healing was allowed, and the sensations of depression would be completely shed.

During that time, as the darkness within our country descended, depression and mental health issues continued to climb, with the number of suicides escalating, happening at younger and younger ages.

Our country becoming entirely spiritually devoid of any positive energy, as people became morosely engrained in the material, ego-based way of living we had been indoctrinated into, being exposed to more and more degenerative ways of living, as if they were the norm, as if we were somehow advancing as a human race by doing so.

It saddens my heart that we have had to come to this place.  But, on the positive side of humanity, it is when things get bad enough for more and more people, that gradually, slowly, the masses begin to wake up.

As the multitude stop looking outside themselves for answers, and finally start doing the hard, but much needed work of looking within, reconnecting with one’s own spirit, that we begin to see change.

We are a long way from turning the “Titanic” around, but we are at the place of a new beginning. A Spiritual Awakening on the horizon, as mankind starts to reclaim all that is natural and humane. For, it is only in owning all that we possess within, the good, the bad, and most especially the ugly, that the shift will occur.

It is only in owning our frailties and imperfections as humans, it is only in not comparing ourselves to one another, but celebrating our uniqueness, it is only in not expecting perfection out of ourselves, and God forbid our children, and it is only in facing our fears head on, that we begin to make the much needed shift in healing ourselves, and then our planet.

A Spiritual Awakening is on the horizon. A claim to take back Self and the beauty that each one of us holds within. A new dawn awaits, as we begin to lift ourselves, and then each other, out of the dark abyss we have allowed our country, our planet, to become lost within.

This I know, and I will do all I can on my part … for the Revolution Begins With Me.