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Photos Help Tell the Story

Photos Help Tell the Story…

When I was little, my father almost always had a camera in his hand. And I was almost always more than willing to pose on the other side of the lens. Since then, photos have been a large part of my life.

There are a handful of photos in my upcoming book, In So Many Words, due for release on Friday November 4th. Special people, sentimental items, and one sacred space all help me tell my story. The people are still around but a few of the things are gone. While this makes me a bit sad, the photos preserve the warmth in my heart.

In So Many Words will be available on Amazon and on my new site, Shanti Mom for One, on Friday November 4th. For now, please visit my YouTube channel for an inside look from my Kula and me.

Namaste.

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About age 2 at Gramma’s house.
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About age 2-3 on Christmas Day at home in Chicago. Only the years are gone from this.

 

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My Kula. Kate, Donna, Mary, MaryAnne. Still alive and kickin’ like you wouldn’t believe!
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Various stages of my writing journey and my publisher, Jamar.
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My sacred space, Ocean Yoga Center. One of the things that is no longer there.
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Some things that helped me tell my story. The fertility drugs and syringes are LONG gone, thankfully! The baby clothes, used and gone. The others still remain.
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Full Moon Yoga Gratitude

After already feeling gratitude for my Full Moon Yoga class last night, I was extra pleased to come outside and see the moon between the clouds. We had tapped into our divine feminine energy and filled the indoor space with such beauty. Now the sky was gorgeous as well.

Rarely do I capture a decent shot of the moon, but these aren’t too shabby. At every stop light on my way home, I took a few shots. The street lights often got in the way, but some views were spectacular. Of course, the camera never does it justice.

It really never seems to matter how my day has unfolded. I can be frustrated, uptight, sad, angry, discouraged when I arrive at the studio to teach. But, a mere five minutes in, it all melts away. It is the sacred space, the people, the breathing, and the energy that soothes and restores me. Gratitude.

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