Keepers of the Fire: A FemPyre Project Update

Hey, look, it’s a new blog post!  With FIRE!

It’s been a while, as you can plainly see, since my last blog entry.  Instead of getting mired down with a whole bunch of story in the process of trying to explain, validate, or justify my absence, please allow me to simply apologize and we can dive right in to the good stuff (including the answer to your burning question, “what’s a FemPyre?”).

So hey, you.  I love you.  I’m sorry I left you hanging for so long.  I promise I’ve been thinking of you.  Wanna chat now?

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And Now For Something Completely Different…

Here’s a little last-minute mention, since I’m so on top of the timely announcements lately!  *Insert exaggerated eye roll*

I’ve been meaning to suggest that you check out this event happening near Austin this weekend.  If you think it’s something you’d be into, then nab yourself a ticket and pitch a tent near me!  I’ll be teaching there again, and this year I’m bringing a special sidekick.  Check us at the Tantric Philosophy and Breath workshop on a lovely Sunday morning!

I’m looking forward to sharing my recent experiences in shadow work; teaching some soul-shaking breath, sound, and movement practices; and discussing the practical daily applications of a nondual Tantrik perspective.

We’re gonna talk about sex, too.  SHAMELESS!  SHAMELESS!  Seriously, without shame! 

 Because… non dual.

Bring all your Q’s.  A bottle of water.  A notebook or recording device.  Yoga mat or blanket and pillow.  Your fearless heart. 

I, for one, can’t wait.

Dallas Austin Tx yoga Tantra workshop festival
photo: Bonnie B Lehr

The Prism of My Best

This post is part 3 of a 3 part series of musings on my changing relationship with the idea of perfection. If you need to, you can still catch up with Part 1 and Part 2 first.

So I have this picture in my mind of a prism.
At first I called it the “Prism of Perfection,” because you know I love my alliterations, but seeing as that’s an unattainable standard – and in keeping with the practices of the series this week – I’ve come to think of it as the Prism of My Best.

You remember prisms from high school science class?  Multi-faceted pieces of cut glass or crystal that refract sunlight into rainbows all around?

Refracting light

The prism I have in mind represents me, or, more precisely, the choices I come across each day in my pursuit of happiness.  Happiness, or whatever I may have chosen to seek that day whether happy or not.  My daily pursuit of… me-ness.   Continue reading “The Prism of My Best”

Trying My Best on For Size

This post is part 2 of a 3 part series of musings on my changing relationship with the idea of perfection.  In case you missed it, you can read part 1 here.

Some days I wake up and strap on my ass-kicking boots.

Some days I wake up and strap on a lifejacket.

Let me tell you the story of a very recent lifejacket day.


(Clockwise, from right:) Alternative, conventional, and earth medicine – for when you just can’t get enough immune support.

Not a full-on sob story floor puddle day, but well into that end of the spectrum.

On this day, however, in keeping with the “My Best” mindset, I tried something a little different than I usually might.  (Spoiler alert!)

I dropped the self-judgment.

I leaned in to my neediness.

And oh, how I needed.

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The “My Best” Mindset

My favorite yoga teacher has a beautiful way of responding any time she flubs a cue in class.

Yes, she flubs.  She gets her own groceries, too.  (Yoga Teachers:  They’re Just Like Us!)

She says “my best,” at times (and with a similar tone) that I might say, “my bad.”

And I love this.

Because why reinforce a mistake as something inherently bad when we know they’re bound to happen?  Why attach so much judgment to something as integral and inevitable as one’s learning process?

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Well, the time has Come (An Introduction)

For weeks now, I have been waging an epic stare-down battle of wills against my computer. 

I see you, Mac, you mean girl, you.

With the publishing of this blog post, I emerge victorious, but not before first admitting defeat for a few hard-fought rounds.

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