By the way it is best if you sing this really loud and dance around.

In my roles as a teacher, yogi and healer I draw on my life experiences to create parables so that others may learn, expand, and grow.  Sometimes, these offerings fall completely flat.  But every once in a while a story becomes part of the rhythm of my classes.   A touchstone for me, and possibly, an anchor for my regular students. Of course there is also the fact that if you are going to make new and unsuspecting people sing and dance, possibly hug strangers, hold hands, or any number of crazy things (really it is limitless) I find it good to explain to them why.  What’s wonderful is that there are ample reasons why, I tell them a few, throw in a little scientific fact, and we begin.  Maybe they believe me, maybe they don’t but at that point we are all in it and I watch them transform. Without a doubt there are some things in my life that are too deep and too personal to utilize in this way.   Before I can take my life and shift it into a healing story there is a need for pause. The emotion, the raw emotion needs to settle before I can hold the wound for others to observe. Lately, after rarely speaking of it in my classes, I have started to share the practices I utilized when I had chronic fatigue.  To be honest I had wanted to teach several of the techniques for many years but I wasn’t ready.  The emotion was still too close to the surface to share it. That time though passed for me this...

Notes From the Universe

“It’s as if before you there are countless doorways, all leading to new and different hallways. So you wonder and think, calculate and stress, over whether or not you’ll knock on the “right” one. But what you can’t yet see, Brianna, is that all of the hallways beyond all of the doorways eventually lead to the same great room, in the same great house, with the same great party. So, may as well pick the one you want? Huh?” The Universe I met Mike Dooley, the man behind Notes from The Universe this week.  Not to dork out but I was pretty excited to thank him. Mike’s work (his message) has impacted my life in many positive ways and for that I am grateful. Each weekday a personalized note from The Universe arrives (via email) and no matter how busy or rushed I feel, I take that moment and pause to read it.  I find that those thirty seconds might gift me with a moment of grace, joy, or even a full mind reset. Past notes have made me experience a gamut of emotions. I have laughed out loud, felt deep gratitude, come to a compassionate understanding, or (like today) been provided with a broader perspective. Sometimes they simply and maybe most importantly just make me feel the love. I have come to expect when I read my morning note, that I am lighter for it. Mike, in all sincerity, I really cannot thank you enough. Oh and by the way it is...

LOVE is the most remarkable ingredient.

Cooking was my first passion.  Even as a little girl I loved it and cooked on my own, oven involved, before I was five.  I couldn’t read but I could cook.  If you are cringing at the thought of a five year old on a stool creating recipes out of her head just remember it was the early 80’s and things were different then. Plus my parents were trusting hippies who didn’t want to kill my creativity and therefore gave me free range in their kitchen. Just for the record I never burned anything down. I did however make many inedible and elfin sized things. When people tell me they don’t enjoy cooking it is really hard for me to understand because from my perspective there is so much to enjoy.  Plus there are very few things that are as simple to do as cooking. It doesn’t have to be fancy. In fact, simple is best. Did you know that most chefs are known for their least complex dishes? My mom’s best friend Pam was the best cook I have ever known. She would give you the recipe. Tell you exactly what she did but it NEVER tasted the same as when she made it.   As a little girl I always thought that the ingredient we were missing was Pam and as the years have rolled by I still feel the exact same way. I wanted to talk today about cooking with intention because I think the intention behind the act is often missed.  Whenever I cook, whether it is a simple salad or a complex dish I take...