The endurance of cleaning out closets and re-purposing rooms provides a kind of strength, a cleansing, and possibly a rebirth. My identity begins to reveal itself in every room, in the pale pink walls, the over-stuffed bookshelves, and the all-white chandelier.

My upward dog gets stronger the more I flow, and I let go of what it should look like, and simply do what feels best for me.

The greatest lesson I’ve learned in life is that my path is not my plan. I can’t hold onto anything. Nothing is mine – not even my own boys. I get to guide them, teach them, and observe them in awe, but the path God has set for them is not up to me. I am a witness to their journey, and hopefully I can honor that position.

When change is necessary, we will feel rocked, shaken, uncomfortable and unready – actually, probably very unready. We want to hide – and there are oh-so-many great hiding places – anger, isolation, addiction, self-righteousness, pain, illness, rumination, gossip, lashing out on social media, blame, and of course, self-loathing. Anything to avoid the unbearable squeeze of change looming, and the knowledge that it is up to us to do something about it if we want to stop feeling this way.

When your heart opens, you fall in love. For your heart to open, you must be vulnerable. To be vulnerable, you must be willing to leave the safety of illusion and only see truth, no matter how shaky or painful.

What if you found out your worst nightmare is a figment of your imagination?

The sun shines down on my outstretched arms as I stand strong in Warrior Two, back leg straight and sideways,

It is Saturday, so my husband Nick stays home with the boys while I go to yoga class.

Raindrops sprinkled onto the windows and matted down the freshly cut grass. I had just mowed the lawn the day before – the second time.

Last week I asked several good friends to model for a photo shoot. The clothes needed fresh styling that reflects their timelessness and versatility.

Huggies, Moby, Plum Organics, and many more - all well-known brands with gorgeous booths - giving out free samples and educating moms on their useful products.

I stepped into the familiar brick building on Broad Street for the first time in over 6 months.

My second son Andrew was a few days home from the hospital and my milk still hadn’t come in.