I’m Monique. Daughter of Aleyda, granddaughter of Concepcion, and great-granddaughter of Angelica.
I wrestled with depression from my early teens and became a widow at 25 years old. In my early 30s I left religion and found yoga, which I credit as taking me from surviving to thriving.
These days I take care of my heart a little bit every day through writing, teaching yoga, supporting humans in their experience of grief, and mothering my son.
I am an SE™ Practitioner-in-Training (advanced year.) My largest body of work is offering a polyvagal-based, trauma-informed lens through which to explore and explain grief in the body. My book The Grief Practice is a beautiful, art-filled, large-format, workbook-style book that dives into these practices through story, science, and yoga. My workshops bring the book to life in an experiential format.
Here are some interviews I’ve given on grief in the body, trauma, yoga, and being human:
I post daily on grief here.
I live in San Diego, California, where I plant giant sunflowers every spring and believe at least six impossible things before breakfast.
I send a note to you once a month or so if you say yes here. No bells-and-whistles, just some honest words from my heart to yours.
Sometimes we take heart. Sometimes we lose heart.
Either way, we human on.