Mending with Mindfulness

The conversation around Christians and yoga often sparks heated debate. For some, yoga is tangled up with fear of false worship or spiritual compromise. For others, it is simply a set of stretches for fitness. My own journey has moved through both of these perspectives. I once cautioned friends to avoid yoga, convinced it was dangerous. Later, through chronic illness and exhaustion, I found myself in a class led by a Christian instructor. For the first time, I slowed down eno

What does it all mean, practically, when you walk into one of my classes? What exactly does this weird in-between style look like in the room, on the mat, in your body? I think the clearest way to describe it is by naming what you will not find, then showing what you absolutely will.

And maybe if we let ourselves play again, we’ll find out it was never childish. It was sacred all along. And if the sacred happens to look like a grown woman making cloud animals on the trampoline or humming her way through the dishes, well… maybe that’s the point.

Living with chronic pain (or even just daily stress) means you become an expert in conserving energy. Every movement, every choice,...

I have an itch. Not on my skin, though sometimes it feels that way. Not in my bones, though my body aches from it. It’s a pulse, a deep urge with no name, a constant presence. A longing. I have an itch— to write, to read, to learn, to scream, to cry, to run, to hide.

Past, present, and future, haunting us with a steady ache that doesn’t scream, doesn’t demand, but simply settles in like it belongs. It doesn’t knock us flat; it wears us down. The way a constant hum can drive a person mad, the way an old injury still throbs when the weather shifts. It’s not often urgent. It’s not loud. It’s just there.

If you follow along here much at all, you know I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it means to reconstruct  rather than...

For years, I thought I understood what “listen to your body” meant. Take a nap when you’re tired. Eat when you’re hungry. Stop when...

Only when I reached a new level of low, a summer of needing help up stairs and assistance cutting my own food, did I dare to ask God if there might be a better way. Actually, I'm not even sure if I had reached that point with my walk, I think it was more of a complete submission to the pain and fatigue to the point of not caring if I was in sin, if I went to yoga or dared to go to therapy (yikes - I know).

It's been a weird few years, and I struggle with how to talk about all the new and exciting revelations for lack of a better word that...

How God Can Use Yoga to Heal and Transform Social media is the favorite place to debate things we fire-y about. It's easy to engage with...

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As I delved deeper into mindbody healing, I started to see that I had mistaken rigidity for resilience and control for faith.