Warm, safe, flowing in the waters of creation, we begin.
My dad, John White, wrote the above words to be read during savasana at a yoga practice led in celebration of my sixteenth birthday. I have them framed now in my room. As I read them I am reminded of the beautiful gift of our life - in moments where awareness was already on that gratitude: I experience it deeper, in the moments where I felt down, I am brought home to a place of peace and love.
Thank you Dad for your words, your love, for raising me then, now and always - your unconditional love grounding and guiding.
Thank you Mom for carrying me, for giving me complete life within and separate of you, for showing me the depth of unconditional love then, now and always.
Thank you Mother Earth for giving my soul a home to reside on during this chapter of its journey. Thank you. Sat Nam.
I have yet to use this space to share about my teachings - I have chosen to now because, it brings such love and joy to my heart to share the incredible practice of yoga, self-care, self-exploration and inquiry and self-love, meditation, and breath practice with you all <3 It is both empowering and humbling to lead others in this practice. As I am the instructor, so am I the student. Learning from those in the room, coming into my sense of self anew with each breath I take.
I would love for you to join me on the mat, be it in a class or during a private session.
There are only three short weeks until I am in the sacred energy of Joshua Tree National Park once again. Did you know that the tree known as Joshua tree was given its name by Mormon settlers who were journeying across the desert in the mid-19th century?! ... When they came across the tree, they found themselves in awe of the shape of the tree. As the unique shape of the tree's branches struck them, leaving them in a state of wonder and at peace - the curved structure of the branches reminding them of a Biblical story where Joshua reached his arms up the sky in prayer - such as the trees branches do - ready to receive all of the higher power's glory and wonder. The higher power that resides within us all, the energy of Love.
come tune into truth of your Being: the energy of love
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I see you, but you do not see me, for you are not at home in your own body at the moment, you are not with me as I breathe into the energy of Now. I can see it in your eyes. You are, standing in front of me and yet worlds away. But I do feel you, all the while – the love that you are and that you have for me. I want you to know it fills my heart with joy and wonder.
And yet - Where are you? – I wonder. What are the thoughts moving through your mind? Your eyes tell such a story - letting me in to the longing of your soul as it searches to understand where you are, who I am and what is taking place.
You do not always remember me and I do not ask you to. Honestly, I do not need you to (remember me) for the love that you are to be shared with me. When you do (remember who I am) though, I tell you, from the bottom of my heart, there are not words filled with love, deep enough, for me to express how much it warms my heart. For in those moments, when I see you – I see that you are home, in your body –
Body, Mind and Soul – connected.
You smile and that is all I need – to carry the image of your mischievous and loving grin with me, always. I want you to know - it is your radiant smile, which brightens the moments that are hard to see you “at home”, (moments where your body is present, your soul is felt all around us, and your mind – is it searching?). These are the moments when I see you and I see that you are “not home” in your body. I feel that you too are searching for understanding in these moments. And that is OK. Do what you need to do to be at peace and in a space of love.
I hope and pray that you know that - We are with you, loving you along the way, loving you always, unconditionally and true.
Quick side note: I am not engaged, nor seeing anyone. The ring is a gift from my grandmother. It fits my ring finger so that is where it is. I figured, I love her and I love myself, So why not wear the ring in celebration of that?! ... Love. ૐ
You then - take my hand, even before you have come to recognize who I am. Holding on tight, you bring soft tears of love to my eyes. Your skin is soft and smooth and the smile I love so spans across your face. Whether you remember me or not, I love you and I know you love me. I can feel it, your love, without any words spoken.
Now I must stand up so I can unpack your clothing. You know we brought a whole new wardrobe with us for you? I wonder what you will think as I rotate out the clothing you have in your room now and move other clothing of yours in… You don’t want to let go of my hand, preparing to stand and follow me, as I move. I tell you I am not going anywhere, leaning in I kiss you on the cheek and that smile I cherish so returns. You continue to hold your dear wife’s hand tightly, lovingly.
I pause to take it all in – the love that you are and that surrounds the three of us now. In the pause I make sure to intentionally and consciously breathe in and out – sealing the moment in my mind’s eye with the sweet energy of the breath moving through me and out into the world anew.
LOVE. It fills the room.
You are saying much and yet to my ears it makes no legitimate sense, but to my heart it is a story of a life well lived in love and joy. And so I begin to unpack your clothes now. I wonder how closely you are watching my actions. I see that the next shirt in the suitcase is a warm flannel from your hunting days. I pull it out and hold it up for you to see. I smile brightly and get ready to excitedly proclaim, “well isn’t this shirt something!?” … But before I am able, you are back at home – mind-body-soul connected … the biggest smile comes across your face as you tell me “Oh my! I should go hunting! Where is Thor?”. I have never gone hunting with you, nor shot a gun before, but I know that hunting and shooting were passions of yours and one shirt – even if only for a moment’s time – it has brought you home, connected and here with yourself and with us. What warms my heart the most is how delighted you not only look, but also are, as you beam with pride, reminiscing on the good old days. I wish to know more about your hunting days. What I do know is that they were wonderful and that is good enough for me.
Your speech becomes incoherent once again, but boy do you find much of what you are saying to be funny. I love that – how you make yourself laugh – it’s a real gift you know to be able to do that.
I continue to unpack and move things in and out for you. You continue to sip ginger ale and hold her hand sweetly.
I come across a sharp looking Timberland sweater and tell you how handsome you are – how lucky I am to be your granddaughter – how much I love you. I cannot understand much of what you say in response, but the sweater has triggered yet another memory. I make out three words: “fun, Mark, party”. Perhaps you wore this sweater to a family party? Whatever it is, it makes you smile and your eyes twinkle. One more sweatshirt to fold and put away – it is grey with two loons on it. I have been told that this is one of your favorites and you seem to think it is pretty swell now, too. I hold it up to show it off and you giggle and exclaim, “My! What big beaks they have!” – I have to admit, I cannot help but join you in laughter. I had never thought of the size of the loons’ beaks before, but now I won’t be able to look at that sweatshirt in the same way again. Now it has the memory of a laughter filled moment attached to it. Thank you for this gift. I will treasure it, always.
Each moment may not be easy, but each moment with you is beautiful. You continue to teach me much even as you search for your own understanding of things. I have taught many, for some time now about the gift of living in the moment, but it is you who really made sure I understood it. I now really treasure the good moments, holding them near and dear when things get tough, staying strong in the energy of love, always. Thank you for being my teacher. I must confess, I wondered about a year ago, if I was strong enough… If I knew love deep enough to continue to stand by a loved one’s side, stand by your side honestly, even in the moments when you are not “at home”. I did not visit for a few months. At that time, I could not. I had to work through my own stuff, sort out of the energies within my own mind, so that when I am with you – I am present: Mind – Body – Soul connected. You see, so many people nowadays, choose to disconnect, busying themselves with distractions and schedules too full to manage. I did not want to do that to you and I do not want to ever do that to you or anyone I love. You helped me to fully understand the beauty and the importance in being Present, fully, in the moment, in the Now. Thank you. I love you - We love you.
One of my favorite songs growing up was Hands by Jewel.
As I child and teenager, I found the words of the chorus:
My hands are small, I know,
But they're not yours they are my own
But they're not yours they are my own
And I am never broken
centering and a grounding reminder that size and age do not define worth. Much can be contributed to the Earth, to the Universe truly by hands that are small in size, but great in love. I want to tell you about someone, my great grandfather. He was a farmer who worked his fields until he was 95 years old if my memory holds correct. The fruits of the Earth came to life under the care of his hands and labor. Pumpkins, raspberries, tomatoes, squash, green beans, corn, apples in the orchard and more… years of tilling the Earth, of working the grounds to grow fruits and vegetables, left his hands so callused that when he went to get fingerprinted for a gun license there were no fingerprints left to capture. I remember thinking that to be comparable to a superpower when I was young – having no fingerprints. We would joke that he could get away with robbing a bank seeing as how he had no fingerprints on record and could not actually be fingerprinted.
Now, you have to know Gramp to find this as amusing as we did. Even in the early 2000’s Gramp still sold his produce on the honor system – a simple wooden box nailed to a table stood outside near his home where the picked produce sat lined up and ready for purchase. Gramp trusted those in his community and felt no need to complicate a system that had worked for him throughout the years. He was a simple man in a way, never traveled much, enjoyed his routine, and worked hard. He was a man of great and deep love – so simple is not actually what he was at all. I will never forget his hands or his cheeks. His hands they fascinated me, no fingerprints, rough from the Earth, strong and comforting. Gramp’s hands symbolized (and still do symbolize) what great love looks and feels like to me. True, deep love is not without its wounds, it is wrapped up in layers, and it changes us, as working the Earth with love for years literally changed the structure of his skin. And then there were his cheeks, to me they felt rough like sand paper, but boy did Gramp love his hello and good bye kisses. I did too, but I did not love the way his sandpaper skin felt on my lips. It was rough, scratchy and carried the truth of his age. His age was not a reality I wanted to face, but it had to be faced when he passed on. Gramp is no longer here as a physical being, but his Soul is – I feel it, him, journeying with me, especially when I continue in the direction of love.
Take a moment… look at your hands, they are so powerful – through them, you can express love or pain to another. Through them, our hands, we can transfer energy and effect change. What story do you want your hands to be tell? Now, run your fingers along the palm of your hand. Feel the love that you are and can be for others. When I would listen to the words of Jewel, I would find great strength in the truth that my hands are just that – mine, My hands are small I know, but they’re not yours, they are my own, they are my tool through which I can express love, transfer energy and effect change. Jewel continues singing – And I am never broken … and I would feel that I could stand a bit taller, breathe a little easier. I certainly felt broken at times, as I know many others have, but I am not; you are not, broken. Now, place palm upon palm and bring your hands to your heart center, allowing your thumbs to gently rest on your heart center. Steady - the heart beats; in stillness you feel it move through your thumbs and into your hands. Tools of great love, your hands tell your beautiful story of strength and resilience, love and sorrow. Even in the space of pain, I find that I am whole and never broken. Some of my most cherished moments with others are spent in peaceful silence, hand in hand – so much being communicated without the need for words spoken – so much being felt, such tremendous, judgment free love and acceptance.
The song Hands begins with the words:
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all ok
And not to worry because worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I will not be made useless
I won't be idled with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
And now it is these words, I won’t be idled with despair … For light does the darkness most fear, that catch my attention and speak to my Soul. With my hands and the Love that I am – I am and can continue to be the light that does the darkness most fear. By choosing to be the deepest expression of love that I am for the world, and myself I too have a superpower (as do we all) residing within me that may be expressed through the work of my hands. These words come to life through my fingers moving over the keyboard, in classes I teach I am able to support a student through the asana practice with grounding touch and connected breath, a child may be comforted with a hug or a rub on the back, as can an adult. The work that the Universe calls us to do may come to be through loving presence and the use of our hands as tools by which to transmit the powerful love that we are.
Tuning into the chaos unfolding all over the world can be overwhelming and leave one feeling hopeless in the desire to effect change and stay connected to the truth that light does the darkness most fear. I know it can be for me at times. From the unrest in global politics, to the fires that are reducing neighborhoods in California to ash, to the hurricanes, floods, and wars that ravage on in other countries, to the slave trade that is still alive today, to our sisters and brothers living impoverished, without healthcare, in need of nourishment, love and a helping hand. It can certainly all come to feel like too much. But, I have to know what I believe to be truth. Love yourself, for you are love. Nourish your Soul and use the love that you are, as a driving force in your life, effecting the waters that surround you, sending waves of love out into your home, community, county, state, country, and the world. Together, we can create waves of love that darkness cannot permeate.
In Peace, Love and Light always, namaste.
Remember who you really are.
You are not what you do. You are not what you don't do.
You are not the job title. You are not a labeled societal sub group.
You are not your personality;
You are not a happy person, a depressed person or an angry person.
You are not a definition of your own qualities.
Who are you?
You are not who your mother says you are.
You are not who your best friend says you are.
You are not your own descriptions of yourself.
Drop all the labels, titles, designations, descriptions, accomplishments and even failures.
Below the labels, beneath the layers, on the most subtle level...
What do you feel?
What is left?
What is there?
Who are you?
If you are not what you do.
If you are not what others say you are,
If you are not a set of descriptions,
Who are you?
Lets move a little deeper.
You are not defined or confined by the limits of your physical body.
You are not your beating heart, your are not your breath.
You are not your mind, emotions or thoughts.
If you are not all these "things" ...
Who are you?
A better question may be not who you are, but what are you?
take a deep breath into every cell of your being. As you exhale release all the labels, all the descriptors, titles, both outer and self created. Bask in this space.
What are you?
Close your eyes and feel your way into it. Don't define it, don't put it into words, but feel it completely.
Do you feel a sense of spaciousness, of limitlessness, of infinite potential?
If you are not all or any of these things, if you can not be defined or put into words, but only felt.
What are you?
Remember who, or better yet, what you really are.
Remember your potential, remember your limitless possibility.
Remember that you can not be defined, by self or other.
Remember what you are, where you come from and why you are here.
Remember your knowingness, your awareness, remember your truth.
What are you?
You are the awareness of all these things.
You are embedded deep within yet extend far beyond.
You are the driving force of all these things.
You are both the wave and the ocean.
You are both the dance and the dancer.
You are both the creator and the container.
You are me as I am you.
I chanced upon this inquiry and insight yesterday while cleaning. This used to hang on my bedroom wall next to my mirror. At first, the words made me feel small and without identity. Then the truth unfolded--
I am you as you are me and You are me as I am you.
We are infinite beings of light and love and nature.
Nothing short of absolute radiance.
You are not alone. Sometimes my writing serves as a reminder to my Self. The words coming to life on the screen as I type, reminding me of the truth that I share with you. How can it be, that anyone is ever alone? Regardless of your religious beliefs, where perhaps you do not believe in a higher power, you are not alone.
So, even if you do not (believe in a higher power) - take a deep breath in now. Hold it, feel it. Now, let it go - exhaling fully. We breathe shared air. You breathe in air that another has exhaled back out into the world. The plants around us, breathing in and out into the universe, as well. The air that gives us life, is shared - so you are never alone. I am with you as you are with me.
Now, look up. Today, here in Massachusetts the air is crisp and the sweet smell of autumn is upon us. The rainbow that spans the sky after a rain storm is now painted upon the leaves, as they begin to make their descent towards the ground below. The sun shining bright, its warmth not felt as strongly today as days before, but so it is with the transition of seasons. Looking up, what do you see?
That which is beyond us, greater than than us - we share it. The sun I see - it is the one above you too. Perhaps, it is covered by clouds today or perhaps you are looking up to the vastness of the night sky... And then there do you see it?! - The moon. We share that too. It effects the waters' tides here as it does where you are. It transitions through the phases, allowing more stars to become visible or not to the human eye. And it reminds us that we are not alone -- You are not alone.
Time spent alone with one Self is just what is needed sometimes though. A breath away from the rush of everyday life, from the chaotic heartbeat of society. Even in this space though, the Love that you are - that we all are in our truest essence, surrounds you and is with you. In this way, yet again you are not truly alone. For you are loved and you are Love.
Earlier this week, I went for a hike alone. I brought no one along with me and aside from a few other hikers that I passed along the way, I was walking the trail alone. I needed this, time to myself, time to be with my own thoughts and more importantly, time to connect again with the words of my heart and teachings of my Soul. I go to nature for this. It is in nature, that even if I do not move through a traditional yoga asana practice that I can effortlessly connect with my yoga.
You cannot do yoga. Yoga is your natural state. What you can do are yoga exercises, which may reveal to you where you are resisting your natural state - Sharon Gannon.
You see, the depth of the yoga practice extends far beyond the yoga mat or the yoga studio, as it is a practice that resides within you. It is you. In nature with the only sounds around being that of my feet upon the Earth, the animals scurrying through the fallen leaves, the wind rustling the branches of the trees, and my breath - carrying me on my way - I am immediately brought to my yoga. And so there I walk, I hike, alone and yet with all. My mind calms its chatter and my heart begins to lead the way. As my breath deepens, my Soul shines brighter and I surrender to the beauty within me and the beauty I know to be within each of us. I trust that with the Universe residing within me - I am capable and worthy of all that is to come. I find myself humbled, in awe of all that is around me - true natural beauty, that which unfolds without concern or judgement. I am reminded of the words of Lao Tzu here:
Nature does not hurry and yet everything is accomplished.
And I take another step forward. Wherever I am in my journey is where I am meant to be. There is something here for me to experience and to learn. I am not alone. With that, I take another breath in and another step forward. I smile and my heart shines, as I delight in the truth that we are connected, as beings of Love, spiritual beings on a physical journey, together. What a miracle it is, to be alive; to be in the here and now. Moving forward, standing still, resting, running, breathing all along. On a journey, all our own and yet connected just the same.
As always, thank you for reading. With peace, love and light - namaste.
This is how it is in this world, the oceans "divide" the continents... the separation providing opportunity for great difference in society to arise. What if this is an illusion?!... The oceans connect the continents and us, one to another. The water provides, that which we are, (as we are made of water) -- the ocean is in each of us. Our attention has been focusing on the difference among us, individuality made to be the goal. Imagine how peaceful it would be if we changed that? If our attention focused on the similarity among us. What if? ...
What if we are not actually that different?
What if I am you and you are me?
We breathe the same air.
You are a radiant being of light.
And you also have a shadow.
I am a radiant being of light.
I too have a shadow.
We laugh, we cry, we struggle to understand hate.
We have been wounded.
And we have been the cause of others wounds.
We wish to be loved.
We are more similar than different.
In fact -- We are One.
Look into the eyes of another and see your reflection.
The beauty that resides within you, resides within the other.
I am you and you are me.
The universe is within you and it is within me.
We are more physically connected now than ever before... on Tuesday morning, I woke up in Germany and on that very same night, I fell asleep in Massachusetts, USA. Oceans apart, how can it be? Travel and focusing on difference would make that appear so. But when I close my eyes: I feel my heart beat and the heart beat of all those I hold dear, I hear the laughter of my friend's son who I met in Berlin, Germany during my travels, I feel his loving kiss on my cheek, I hear the energized conversation moving around me as my family and I sit down to a Saturday breakfast, many conversations taking place at one time and I am too tired to focus well enough on any one to understand what is being said, so I understand a word here and there, as my mind is translating all the words I can pick up: German to English, English to German. More alike than different. I can smell the sweet autumn rain as it tickles the ground upon which I stand. Keeping my eyes closed, I am brought right back to the club: the beat of the music pulsing through my veins, I am too tired to keep dancing the night, now turned morning away, but the music holds me, moves me and I am swept away in the dance. I feel the loving embrace of my cousin as I hug them goodbye, wishing already that I could see them again sooner than able - knowing too that I can, I just need to close my eyes, to listen to my heartbeat, to take a deep breath and remember they are doing the same.
I close my eyes and I am back where I just came from, the ocean no longer separating me from another land, instead the ocean connects me - like the water that flows through my body, helping to keep all connected.
I carry all my travels with me and am not separate, but connected to all, as the energy of those I love resides within me and my love for them may be experienced with a breath or a pause - by remembering that my love is within them.
The physical distance of my journey speaks to me now, as my body is very tired, still thinking that it is six hours ahead of where I am now... so, perhaps tonight's musing was a bit discombobulated, but just remember the next time you feel alone - take a deep breath in, you are breathing in the energy of another, the loving energy that is the heartbeat of the Earth. You are not alone. We are on this journey together.
Peace, love and light, always.
Shoulder to shoulder, we lay next to one another. Eyes closed, a scarf, shirt, hat or something such as this, rests gently atop them. We are a sea of bodies, so close that it cannot be denied that the energy from the air I breathe (in and out) is not just my own. Through the mouth, we breathe into the abdomen, and now again through the mouth, we breathe into the chest. Through the mouth, we exhale. For seven minutes, we breathe like this. A two-part inhale through the mouth, a full cleansing exhale from the mouth. I worry that my mouth will dry out so much so that breathing itself will become difficult. This does not happen. Together, we breathe for seven minutes, just like this. Inhale, inhale, exhale. After seven minutes -- Inhale and hold for one minute - really, hold - no air slips in or out. One minute is up - together, we exhale deeply. The room fills with vibrational energy and complete release: moans, cries, laughter and deep breath energy consume the space we are in.
Here I am - I am here, going nowhere, but further into my body and further still into my Being.
Breathe Emily, you are not alone. You can do this. Breathe and Be. ૐ Be and Breathe.
We are led now into round 2: Inhale, inhale, exhale - as before, all through the mouth. I begin to hyperventilate. I can no longer resist what rises up. My exhales become stronger. My hands feel numb. The room fills with the sounds of laughter, not just soft giggles, but also manic sounding releases of laughter - joy filled, pain filled releases of emotion. My eyes well up with tears, oh no, it is happening to me too, (I think). Shit (I again think) here I go... as I begin to tap into pain, that I buried deep, pain that I worked hard to "pretend" did not exist. - I knew it was there, right below the surface. Inhale, inhale - exhale. ૐ Inhale, inhale, exhale. ૐ Inhale, inhale, exhale... and so the breath continues, the air in the room is alive and heavy, not in a way of sadness, but with the great weight of raw emotion from all whom I am breathing with and alongside: Inhale, inhale - exhale.
I strive to regain control over my physical body, as it begins to tremble with the spark of pain that rises up. I move my fingers, but they curl back up as they were. I no longer cry softly, for now I am feeling it all - the true depth of the pain I attempted to bury and it hurts. Hurts, is an understatement, as it tears at my Soul, it (the truth of the buried pain) is literally heart wrenching.
And, I ... I keep breathing. Inhale, inhale - exhale. Inhale, inhale - exhale. And so it goes...
How great can the pain get? Will I come back into my body? ... I feel as though I am leaving it, the breath carrying my Spirit away with it for a moment - so I may feel and ... actually Be - broken open, raw, exposed and in the moment, feeling - completely undone. Now, my tears come with great force, as I sob - with the strength of all that I am behind them. And it is in this moment, that a hand falls upon mine. A hand of one that is part of my Bhakti family, he takes my hand in his, at first because there is no where else for his hand to hall, as the hall is so crowded. It takes only a split second for him to realize and experience the depth of the emotions that I am moving through and releasing. I say a silent prayer for him, a dear friend and in this moment, my Grounding Angel, through my tears, as I - Inhale, inhale -exhale. I feel worry enter my Being, as I wonder if all that I am working through is too great for another to also experience. I have no choice but to succumb to the moment though, as I am and so I continue to breathe, my physical body continues to tremble softly, and I, I cry... I breathe in shared breathe, as I breathe out I add my journey to the energy of the air we all breathe. I feel my hand in his hand. I take his hand in mine. The physical connection grounds me, bringing me back to the room, the space I am in. Hand in hand, I am reminded that I and we, never have to move through anything alone. Seven minutes is up. Together, we inhale - deep breath in. And we hold. No air slips in and no air slips out - One minute is up - Together, we exhale, my tears soften. My body feels heavy and the ground below supports me, as I submit to the energy of all that is within and around me. Round 3: begins.
Inhale, inhale - exhale. Inhale, inhale - exhale. Inhale, inhale - exhale. Through the mouth, still we breathe. Shoulder to shoulder, we lie. Hand in his hand, I remain steady on the course - my body again begins to softly tremble. I whisper on the exhale - "I am OK", reassuring myself in general, but also voicing a promise to Self to continue on the way of the breath. The tears come again, this time mixed with moments of laughter. I feel as though my sanity may be lost for a moment with the intensity of the breath. I know this to not be the case. What is taking place is a raw and honest expression of emotion and of my Self. Inhale, inhale - exhale. I continue to hold tight to the hand of my friend, knowing very well that a transfer of energy is underway now. That I really am not alone in this experience. I pray again that it is not too much for him to bear, but trust in my Self and his strength - that together, it is just enough to take on. Inhale, inhale - exhale. Laughter comes now. The pain, I let myself experience it and see past it - I am not just a Being with pain, this I knew, but now I feel it - I Am Beautiful. I breathe out this beauty for all those around me to breathe in. I pray that he, (my Grounding Angel), senses this shift, the recognition of Self that I just experienced. Beauty, from deep within, pulsing through our physical bodies and out into the world - Beauty of the soul - Beauty, that is you - Beauty, that is me. Inhale, inhale - exhale. Awwwwww - Together, We Breathe.
Inhale, inhale - exhale.
The slight tremor of my body steadies. I breathe into my Self, both at the Soul and physical level. I come back to my body. My pain it is not forever gone, but it no longer resides within me, as it did before. It cannot and does not consume a buried part of my Self, for there is no longer a part of me that is buried. I am here, centered within my Self, breathing into my light and my shadow and breathing it back out in the world. Inhaling, I am love -- Exhaling, I am love for the world.
A spiritual being on a physical journey, striving to make a positive impact on this world through my actions and loving intention. I believe that we are all capable of greatness, it is how we channel this great energy that matters... I choose to express it in the name of -- peace and love.