Creating Connections: New Course Dates!

Have you been hearing about the Enneagram? It’s all over social media … well, my social media. And it’s transformed my life and my relationships. I’m pretty passionate about the Enneagram and what it’s done for me and SO many other people.

In September of this year, I bravely launched my first Enneagram & Yoga class – and loved it! My next class is coming up — dates are set for March 1 – April 5, ending right before the Easter holiday. I’ve got some changes for this new class — and I’m SO excited about what’s in store. More interaction, more self-practice, more accountability, more of the juicy goodness that creates connections for yourself and your relationships.

You can learn more about the class here: Creating Connections 2020

Grab a friend and make a plan to dive into the intersect of yoga, the breath and the body – with The Enneagram, a powerful self-awareness tool. New decade, new awareness, new outlook. I can’t wait for you to do this work with me!


Carol Ann

Stepping into the sun.

Over the past couple of years, I had ideas of what I wanted to do…where I wanted to spend my time and energy, how I wanted to live in the world. But it was always just a little out of focus…in the periphery. Like if I turned my head quickly enough I could catch a glimpse. But I just couldn’t seem to make it come into focus, no matter how hard I stared into the emptiness. So without a clear path, but with ideas, and desire to take action, I did just that. Took action.

I started an online yoga teacher training program, but before I could finish, disappeared. I still don’t know what happened to the program (or my money, for that matter), but I was left without a certification and a a greater awareness that yoga teacher training was something I wanted. Social media made me aware that a local studio was hosting their fall teacher training, and I could start with them. So last August, I started YTT (again). I loved it all – the breath, the mediation, the stillness, the poses, the philosophy.

I had a friend who a few years ago had taken online classes from a school in Arizona, so I reached out to her about the programs they offered, and to get her opinion. With her stellar review and encouragement, I found my way to Southwest Institute of Healing Arts and their Spiritual Life Coaching program. I continued to study the Enneagram and began weaving all that I was learning through life coaching with the Enneagram. I felt like I was getting closer to seeing the thing…the elusive next step. I kept seeing yoga & enneagram – but how do they intersect?

And then. THEN! I started to see it come together:

The yoga sutras tell us that “yoga is the stilling of the patterns of consciousness, so that pure awareness can reside in its place.”

The Enneagram brings awareness to our personal flavor of patterns.

As I started massaging the ideas… this workshop starting coming together. Creating Connections. Starting with the self, moving to the other. YES. Yes yes yes. So here we are, bringing the wisdom of the Enneagram, the breath work of yoga (pranayama) and yoga poses (asanas) together to integrate intellectual knowledge into the body. Knowing it all the ways that transforms – mind, body, spirit.

If you feel led to join this intimate group of seekers, please dive in – it is work that has transformed my life, and I can’t wait to share it.

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Stepping into the light and fullness of self awareness. Stepping into the sun. xox

Living into The Four Agreements

Gosh. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted on here. It’s been a season… growth, change, burying my head in the sand, coming up for air, diving into books, workshops, programs … hanging with the people right in front of me. Finding presence in my being, finding contentment in my place. 

I’ve read more books in the last 8 months than I’ve read in the last 8 years. Aside from children’s books, that is. One that I (re)read and was more impactful now than the first time I read it was The Four Agreements. 

Be impeccable with your word. 

Take nothing personally. 

Don’t make assumptions. 

Always do your best. 

I recently found myself in an overwhelm of disappointment because a friend of mine didn’t follow through with what he said. And the Agreements came to mind. Now, here’s the thing – I first wanted to be so pissed at him for not being impeccable with his word. Right? He didn’t follow through. Lame. As Brene says, “clear is kind, unclear is unkind.” Be impeccable with your word, homeslice.  (I said, as I was pointing my finger outwards.) 


But then I took a breath. Breathing always helps me refocus. Sometimes it takes a few weeks of breathing… but eventually I get there. I took the focus inward. I noticed how often I am not impeccable with my word, allowing the judgment to subside and compassion to fill its space.

#2 And then I didn’t take his lack of action personally. I actually have no idea what may have come up, and can let go of the personal attack that he forgot about me.

#3 Don’t make assumptions – okay. I assumed he had plenty of time and interest… deep breath, let it go. 

#4 Always do your best. I believe I’m doing my best, you’e doing your best, friend who forgot is doing his best. All the time. Even if my best is a shitshow — even if your best is a shitshow. It’s my best in the moment. I would do better if I could. 

When I can abide in Presence, the suffering I create subsides. I get to let it all be as it is. Now, I’m learning from Brene to set some better boundaries, so I might take different action next time. But the Agreements remain. 

Until next time … there’s more brewing. ♥ 

Sacred rage.

I was born and raised in a conservative Christian home, deeply rooted in the southern paradigms of traditional gender roles and loyalty to our country and our church.

Sometime in my late teen years, at the home of a well-respected church goer, I heard people questioning ideas, beliefs, songs, thoughts…all in the spirit of respectful discussion and “agreeing to disagree.” I was blown away. I had never experienced something like this. It was my gateway to self-inquiry, to questioning that perhaps what was dished out from the pulpit or the Oval Office weren’t absolute truths to follow blindly.IMG_285D44B11705-1

Over the last few weeks…months…years…I’ve watched myself shift. I ask questions. I challenge my thoughts. I challenge the loudest voice, because I’ve come to learn that perhaps the loudest voice isn’t the rightest voice. I’m learning to listen to the tension in my body, because it’s here to tell me a story. It’s asking me to listen to what doesn’t align with my values. IMG_25E2DA4873E9-1

Recently, as millions of women crossed their fingers and desperately prayed and obsessively checked the news for a glimmer of hope, my ability to support the antics from the White House, and congress, and the FBI and the whole fucking patriarchal process, dissolved even more. I’m so beyond outraged that a man accused of sexual assault was given a lifetime appointment on our nation’s highest court I can hardly see straight. I want more for my daughters. I want to tell them that their bodies are their own, and that they get to experience that in every way throughout their lives. I want to see the patriarchy crumble, I want to see the system come down to its knees. 

But I also have to check myself. What’s beneath the anger? I hear the message that anger can be channeled and used for good, but when it surpasses the compassion that I can put out in the world, I don’t know what to do with the anger. It doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel right for the angst I feel towards the systems and processes to spill out to my girls, my partner, my closest relationships.

So here’s the reality: I’m scared. I’m scared of reversing the progress made for women’s rights, for LGBTQ rights, for any marginalized community. I’m fucking scared and so sad. And my sadness teeters right on the edge of rage, and the big Mama Bear comes out to protect my kids. My daughters. But the sadness and tears that overflow feel more accurate to my experience.

And this this weekend, our country experienced another act of violence. They were just praying. Jewish brothers and sisters. Praying. PRAYING!!! And here I find my sadness, fear and desperation for a change in the system teetering again on the edge of rage.

We’re coming up on the mid-term elections. Never have I been a more conscious voter than at this time in history. I educate myself on issues that matter to me. I want more representation from women, people of color, LGBTQ community — this is the way we take down the white + male driven society that is no longer serving me….and I don’t think it’s just me. Screen Shot 2018-10-29 at 10.39.11 AM

Question everything. Get pissed. Check what’s underneath. Make changes that start within. I often wonder how I can be more of an advocate, where I can find my voice in the social justice movement. I’m still in the question, but I know I can vote. I can educate myself. I can nurture the seed in my soul, and honor the voices of truth. I can follow the women of color who have seen the patriarchy for what it is there entire life. I can keep learning.

You can too.


(Still) Standing in my authentic self.

Last December, I had a conversation that opened my mind in a new way. I asked, “what does it take to be authentic in the moment? What does it take to have the ‘right’ answer DURING the conversation, not 5 minutes later, or 20 years later?” And what I learned was that when connecting with my authentic response is my highest priority, then I will be able to respond in turn.

Yes, I thought. Connecting with my authentic response, in the moment, is my highest priority. Yes. I want that. That is my single necessity — authenticity in the moment. Connection to myself in the momentFeet in acadiaNP

Ten months after that conversation, I am still living my way into it. And what I’m learning today, is that it requires a level of honesty with myself  that I’ve perhaps never considered. When I’m honest with myself, I can be honest with you. And holding universal Truth as the anchor — the universe is for me, it’s friendly, every experience, conversation, relationship, every moment is unfolding for me, in perfect divine order– then I can accept the messy parts hand-in-hand with the blissful parts. I can hold the pain and the pleasure. I can hold the joy and the sadness.

Back in December, as I was allowing this new space to open and integrate, I blurted this out via voice dictation into my phone …

Right now, I’m learning that the greatest gift I can give myself and the people around me, is to share my authentic soul.

That also means that I get to continuously check in with where I am, how I am, what I am, and what I need in each moment. The freedom of that allows me to be so very present with Self and with You, while also knowing when I am done with you.

For example, the interview I had in Nashville, where I needed a job so badly, wanted a job out of retail so badly, that I endured a very uncomfortable interview process. At the end, when they asked me if I wanted to work there, I was so desperate to get out of retail that I said “Yes.” Leaning into my authentic response would’ve been, “I want to get out of retail so badly. I want a schedule that is not sporadic. But, if your work environment is anything like the environment of this interview, then thank you, but no. I would not like to work here.” 

Owning that authentic space, owning what I need in the moment, gives me the freedom to say thank you, but no. And here’s the kicker for me, it’s so laced with love and grace and presence, but if it comes out as defensive and angry, that’s just another check in for me.

So, if you see me responding differently than my previous patterns may have led you to expect me to behave or respond, yay! I’m being conscious. I’m choosing thoughtfully my path. If I don’t offer up a quick “I’m sorry,” and that bothers you, then perhaps there’s something for you to discover. If I’m silent when I may have previously responded, yay! I’m also being thoughtful in that moment.  

It’s also quite likely that I will stand up for myself. What a concept! I will stand up for myself, because I’m connected to myself. I’m aware and conscious and present and so if something feels off, I get to stand up and speak that. I don’t have to hide it. I don’t have to hide behind it. I don’t have to be afraid of it, or build a story around it, or get upset with you about it. I just get to speak truth into it.

Maybe I’ll hold up a mirror. Maybe I’ll just hold space. But, whatever I do, it will be coming from an honest, authentic, connected place within my soul. And even if no one else in this world celebrates that, I will celebrate that. I will celebrate me. I will celebrate my soul coming alive.

I still see this today, as raw and vulnerable as I did that day. With 10 months more of experiences and conversations where I’ve tried and failed, and tried and succeeded, and owning my awareness and trying in all of it. Regardless of the outcome. And over the last 10 months I’ve thrown a few parties to celebrate my soul coming alive. I’ve cried oceans of tears when I feel my own oppressive voice saying I’ve screwed it all up, or I’m doing it all wrong, or when being honest with myself reveals deep pain and sorrow. I’ve owned that it takes a helluva lot of self love to be honest with myself, accept all of me, and be willing to show up every day.

Here’s to staying in the process, trusting it, and showing up. May we each pursue our single necessity with reckless abandon. Messy and show up

Savoring the bliss moments.

I don’t really have time to add something else to my plate. I’m someone who likes to actually plan time to lay in the hammock and read, or stare at the sky, and experience pockets of rest during my day. And yet, with new kid schedules and lots more driving, and new weekly engagements, I also added a yoga teacher training to my schedule. As a part of my seemingly constant invitation to surrender and accept life as it unfolds, the online YTT came to a surprisingly quick ending, where the company went out of business a month before I was to finish my training. Bye bye to that investment of time and money. But hello to the acknowledgment that I REALLY wanted to be a certified yoga teacher. Onward and asana-ward.

There’s a hefty dose of reading that aligns with the new teacher training. One of the books is The Wisdom of Yoga by Stephen Cope. I have been devouring this book, while struggling through the Anatomy Coloring Book. My apologies to all the important ligaments and joints. I promise to learn about you at some point. The Wisdom of Yoga is a super accessible guide to the yoga sutras, or the foundations of yoga from ancient wisdom, and meets me right in the heart space where I tend to spend all my time. IMG_1504

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As realization dawns, the distinction between breathing in and out falls away.

Then the veil lifts from the mind’s luminosity.

And the mind is now fit for concentration.

I have been on a journey to discover how to carry my stillness of mind from my mat, from my meditation, into my day-to-day activities. How do I stay in the place of stillness, communing with Grace, when I’m late to pick up one of my girls, or trying to cross off things from last week’s To Do list, or cross something off from next week’s To Do list, or make a dinner that someone (anyone??) in my family will eat, or just try to keep the monkey mind at bay? After a weekend of introspection, I came to realize that often, it’s my own mind that complicates everything else. All I’m really called to do is:  Still my mind. Focus on Mama Grace. Breathe. I crave the stillness I find on my mat, and wonder how to find it in the real world. This mantra brings me right back there. And then, as if it was all divinely orchestrated, I read this passage:

In craving, we vainly attempt to possess the object, to devour it, to have it. In savoring, we find pleasure in simply knowing the object.

Yogis saw that human beings wish to devour, to possess, to have objects of pleasure — people, places, and things. They saw, too, that objects cannot really be possessed. However, objects can be known. And it turns out that it is knowing the object that creates happiness.

In the experience of savoring there is no time pressure. There is no pressure for more. There is no pressure to possess the object. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and passage is sweet.

The Wisdom of Yoga, pages 221-222

So … what if instead of trying to possess stillness, I savor it? What if instead trying to own the clarity I so desire, I rest into the pleasure of knowing it at times? It carries such a difference resonance for me. It allows me to breathe deeply, instead of hyperventilating in the paper bag.

Stillness. Eyes on Grace. Breathe.

And sometimes, in that stillness, the distinction between breathing in, and breathing out, falls away. Maybe Grace is breathing me in those moments. And maybe I can savor that, on and off the mat.


Deer medicine: the call to gentleness in the journey.

Every time I see a deer, I remember that the she represents gentleness. After a really special experience with Deer recently, I decided to go back and reference the whole narrative of Deer Medicine.

One day Fawn heard Great Spirit calling to her from the top of Sacred Mountain. Fawn immediately started up the trail. She did not know that a horrible demon guarded the way to Great Spirit’s lodge. The demon was trying to keep all the being of creation from connecting with Great Spirit. He wanted all of Great Spirit’s creatures to feel that Great Spirit did not want to be disturbed. This would make the demon feel powerful, and capable of causing them to fear him.

Fawn was not at all frightened when she came upon the demon. This was curious, as the demon as the archetype of all the ugly monsters that have ever been. The demon breathed fire and smoke and made disgusting sounds to frighten Fawn. Any normal creature would have fled or died on the spot from fright.

Fawn, however, said gently to the demon, “Please let me pass. I am on the way to see Great Spirit.”

Fawn’s eyes were filled with love and compassion for this oversized bully of a demon. The demon was astounded by Fawn’s lack of fear. No matter how he tried, he could not frighten Fawn, because her love had penetrated his hardened, ugly heart.

Locking eyes and hearts with this sweet mama. 

Much to demon’s dismay, his rock-hard heart began to melt, and his body shrank to the size of a walnut. Fawn’s persistent love and gentleness had caused the melt-down of the demon. Due to this gentleness and caring that Fawn embodied, the pathway is now clear for all of Great Spirit’s children to reach Sacred Mountain without having to feel the demons of fear blocking their way.

Deer teaches us to use the power of gentleness to touch the hearts and minds of wounded beings who are trying to keep us from Sacred Mountain. Like the dappling Fawn’s coat, both the light and dark may be loved to create gentleness and safety for those who are seeking peace.

If Deer has gently nudged its way into your cards today, you are being asked to find the gentleness of spirit that heals all wounds. Stop pushing so hard to get others to change, and love them as they are. Apply gentleness to your present situation and become like the summer breeze: warm and caring. This is your tool for solving the present dilemma you are facing. If you use it, you will connect with Sacred Mountain, your centering place of serenity, and Great Spirit will guide you.

I want, with everything in me, to commune with the Great Spirit. There is so much for me to learn, and remember, from Deer. I’m so grateful she walked into my path, again, and again, asking me to remember to connect with gentleness, love, warmth, and care.

I’m continuing up the trail towards Sacred Mountain with Deer by my side. Ready to face any oversized bullies with love and a gentle spirit.  I’m not alone, and neither are you.

Namaste, fellow travelers.