07/27/2026
Anything done with love and presence is sacred.
The rules are changing. The tides are turning.
It’s our time to fall madly, deeply in love with ourselves. Right now.
This weekend was full of so many beautiful, brave, and powerful moments.
Sometimes folks get wrapped up in what yoga is…that it should look a certain way, sound a certain way, feel a certain way. That somewhere there’s an authority over us, getting to decide what we, as grown-ass adults should be doing in our sacred practices. In our presence and self-love.
But yoga is about how we’re all connected-even the ones you don’t think are doing it “right”. All of us.
Yoga is about pausing to breathe.
It’s about asking yourself “Does this feel right for my body at this time?” and “If not, what am I even doing?”.
It’s about giving yourself grace when your tree pose “falls over”.
It’s being able to laugh (and swear) at a moment, at yourself, out loud, fully.
It’s about not having to be afraid to show up fully, honest, hurting, messy, imperfect…and getting to be sacred with yourself.
We celebrated the end of Mercury Retrograde this weekend, got ridiculous with disco moves and silly outfits.
We honored nature on Sunday and fully embodied bog witchery. Like, traded trinkets with each other, lit candles, smudged, played in the dirt and water, befriended slugs and other tiny critters, stretched under the canopy of trees, foraged for snacks, the entire bog witch deal.
And every part of it was magic. No lies. It felt like a dream to be a part of. At the beginning of Barbault’s Gate, and the end of Mercury retro. More of this, please.
Thank you SO MUCH to Shannon, Sarah, Jane, Brie, Cindy for the awesome class photos, and to EVERYONE for showing uppp this weekend, and embracing their inner (and outer) Weird Magic.
Magic is inside all of us at all times-even when we don’t believe it. Let’s find more, together.