redyogimom

Yoga, motherhood, badass awesome sauce and love

Filling my house with hope

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It’s no secret I love the bag lady! It’s my absolutely favorite place for everything! I was in the other day and I saw this prayer flag. It was everything that I wanted this new space to be, a refuge, a sanctuary a bridge, a home. This is brand new territory for me. Having my own house, yard, space. Raising my kids, loving my life, blossoming my career and endeavoring to build my independence and confidence at the same time! It’s incredibly liberating, scary, exciting, and makes me wish I could curl up in a ball and not leave my bed some days. I love what I do, I give. I give my energy, my life, my love, myself, I do all of this willingly and happily but I rarely reserve enough for myself. Stripped of motivation, self love and loaded with doubt I’ve floated around for a long time, but the thing about breaking patterns is that it’s hard. You have to break yourself wide open, dig deep, get your hands dirty and cry, a lot! Sometimes, though, you’re lucky enough to have amazing friends to support you in your journey, and while there are parts of the road you have to take on your own, the road winds and bends and brings you back to your protectors, guides, ships, bridges, sanctuaries, lights, and refuges! 

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Author: redyogimom

I'm a mom, yogi, lover, artist, wanderer, reader, student, teacher, writer, traveler, searcher, lover of music, experience and light. I have no filter and refuse to grow one, I'm raw, honest, vulnerable and ecstatically happy.

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