Emily's June Inspiration "Wade in Your Ocean"

 

On a beach, in Key West where the Atlantic meets the Gulf, I picked a stone for my latest inspiration. There was an immediate shift the moment we landed to a warm mist falling from the sky during a light afternoon rain. I had forgotten it possible living over seven thousand feet high in dry, desert most days. We rented bikes, pedaled like maniacs as fast as we could to bow down and give thanks to the great mother ocean. To the rolling sound of her waves, shimmers of light reflecting off her... Days at the beach, was the greatest gift I gave myself on break from leading yoga training, deep study.

And I've always connected with water, felt free and relaxed by the way it holds me, embraces. I swam way far out one day and waded, watched the tiny dots of people on the shore. I was out of breath, but laughing on how I'd find the strength to make it back, because honestly, in that moment - I didn't care... I felt so whole, so at one with a larger force that nothing mattered but that moment of wading.

I'm blown away by the reward of travel, of setting up a retreat for yourself that can allow you to resource the energy spent most days on worry - rushing here, going there... So much of life's drama placed right into perspective in the presence of large bodies of water, where our part in the greater whole, is crystal clear. May you wade in your own ocean this summer, your own larger perspective – in the space between your in breath and out breath – may you experience...

 

Peace. Love,

Emily

Archived Inspirations

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SOUL HOME


There are places on this planet - patches of land and city that I adore. Parts of the country and specific towns that to me - feel like home, feel like soul. And as I travel this life navigated by heart, I am led to many spots throughout this landscape that are soul homes for me. Places - where I belong and connect. Certain spots where I can hang my hat as they say and settle down, settle in.



New Orleans is one. Something about Mid City and the bayou that feels so rich and full of soul. The magnolia in the air, the humidity and music that takes me back to somewhere I'm sure I've been before. Frenchman Street is as familiar to me as the blues that waft out of the clubs and mix with the barbeque on the curbs. Santa Fe is another, discovered for me three Thanksgivings past as this magical place where I immediately let go. Like a long exhale I embraced this town and gratefully it me. The mountains and cowboy bars; margaritas and green chili make sense to me. It's beautiful really when you find your spot, and even more beautiful when you discover you fit into more than just one.



This past October I settled down into another soul home for me. Manhattan. There is something so right about that cab ride from LaGuardia - over the Williamsburg Bridge and into the city. But on an island with over fifty unique hoods, my home has always been the patch of land below 2nd Ave - Lower East Side. LES for me has always felt perfect - perfectly edgy, perfectly messy, colorful, and diverse. As I walked twelve years older now through Tompkins Square Park I felt a part of the trees and the sidewalks beneath me. My old deli on A still there serving tea, my favorite dive bar on 6th, the bakery on Clinton - all participates in my life and times. There's just something about the mural on Houston - the cappuccinos on 1st, Mama's soul food on B. It had been a decade since I lived at 3rd and C, and now this month in a fifth floor walk up across from Il Bagatto. With its rooftop access, Jimi Hendrix posters, and a desk that looked down to the passersby below; I felt at peace - at home.



It's comforting in these times of great change and illusion. To have these places dear to your heart where you can live and thrive, and fill back up again. A soul home, like a soul friend - that reminds you who you are…and why you love.



From my spot to yours,

Emily