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I'm heading off the social media grid for a bit to rest and reset my heart. (If you've never done this, it is such medicine 💎) If you order a book through me it will get mailed out the first week of April (and is worth the wait 🎁) And if you want to connect let's make it happen... I love ice cream, coffee, red wine and long hugs.. come over for dinner or catch one of my yoga classes at @gatherencinitas ... . ✨Tomorrow, 3/21 - 11:15 ✨Tues, 3/26 - 3:30 ✨Sun, 3/31 - 4:15 ✨Tues, 4/2 - 3:30 . Cheers to coming alive and not just living xox 🥂

I'm afraid if I laugh too hard I might just cry for a month. And if I cried it all out I might be so soft and open I could receive and feel the love right in front of me in a way I haven't been and the way that I fear because that kind of loving is so alive, and it takes a lot of courage to come alive, and I've been holding it together for so long in so many ways I'm not sure how to climb out of my very efficient armor, like how I used to get stuck in my wetsuit after cold-morning surfs. . So I take it slow, learning to lean in as I go to the people and places who feel safe and welcoming and know those laugh-crys are making space for more life and love.

It's all a bunch of random pieces in your head or heart until you bring it to life. (Bring it to life.) _____________________ #thegriefpractice

The mind can be a castle or a prison. Find your keys to both (or just change your perspective.) Tomorrow, 3:30 @gatherencinitas

When a hummingbird flies in your house and gets trapped in your skylight looking for the way out... so you cut a branch of flowers and stick them on the end of your mop thinking he'll go for the flowers... and instead he flies down and lands on the branch. Now that he has found a place to land he starts to calm down. As you lower him down trying to get him to the door he keeps flying back up the skylight, thinking that's the way out... you do this for about 30 minutes, remembering every time you've felt trapped and got panicked and disoriented when you just couldn't find the way out... you think you are going to save him by showing him the way out, when really you are just allowing him to feel safe enough to explore another option, see another perspective... and finally with a whoosh he soars off the makeshift branch and out the front door, finding his own way out when he was ready.

I moved to La Jolla when I was 19. I lived there for almost 20 years. I witnessed death there. I witnessed birth there. I left my religion there. I found my spirituality there. I learned to take the bus there. I learned to surf there. I started doing yoga there (at Rachel's Bird Rock Yoga). I learned its nooks and crannies, shortcuts and scenic routes, secret coves and what's underneath Big Rock on a low tide. I fell into the rhythm of sunsets outside my third-floor condo from fall to spring. I worked through healing and growing pains walking the stretch of beach from Wind'n'Sea to The Cove multiple times a week. This book was born there in so many ways. I've spent more hours than I can count at Warwick's and feel so grateful to be returning for their local authors event on Sunday, April 7. Will you come by and say hi? I would love to see you and I would be so grateful for the show of support.

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