by Chaille Lemcke We’ve all heard the age-old saying ‘the early bird gets the worm.’ That said, I’ve spent decades terrified at the thought of getting up at the crack of dawn to do anything much less practice yoga, resisting the siren call of...
By Alicia Moore A couple of weeks ago I shared a post about a friend of mine that passed away. I touched on anxiety, and how it can manifest in the body. We often want to curl up and hide from the world; we wish to conceal, disappear, disintegrate. It’s funny, because...
By Alicia Moore (Part 1 of 2) A brilliant, beautiful friend of mine was murdered six weeks ago. It has taken me nearly all of that time to unravel myself from the tight ball I contorted my body into. It was as if the news had made my belly muscles contract, pulling me...
by Alicia Moore In the moonlit mountain air, I dance to the maddening bass in my head– bonfire ablaze at my feet as I thrash my body in the deep, orange glow of night. Little glass bottles of Ayahuasca shake and clank as each foot thumps the grayish clay....
By Alicia Moore I woke up in Leadville, Colorado this morning in a red tent surrounded by those tall, thin pine trees that look like they might topple over at the slightest gust. I woke to the sting of a crisp predawn, to darkness, stillness, silence. I am grateful...
By Alicia Moore Self-care is something we hear about on a regular basis, but how often do we implement it into our lives? I, for one, am not great at self-care, but I am trying to change that. It’s time to talk openly about what care for the self means, and how we can...
