throwback.

i think it's time to get back to my roots. some good 'ol fashion five-things-a-day-i-am-thankful-for fun. it was, after all, what started this sacred space.

sometimes it's nice to revisit why things begin. and, to reflect on how some things never change.

one.
sarah and vinnie on alice ninety seven point three in the mornings. i mean every. single. day. of. the. week. monday. through. friday. they don't know it, but they are my dear pals. that's the funny thing about radio. you talk, hoping people are there to listen. well, i have been for over eleven years {wow that makes me feel old!}. thank you for the breaking news stories, celebrity trash, and crude sense of humor, all of which make me laugh out loud. starting the day would not be the same without you. you are pure comfort.

two.
discovery of feet up the wall pose. also known as viparita karani...and a godsend for digestion. give it a try. keep things a-movin'. it's my new obsession.

three.
fresh air. it's an uncharacteristically warm, crisp, and dry night for november that makes for a delicious open window breeze. i like it.

four.
quotes during practice that are right on.
said during half split or ardha hanumanasana {gosh i love sanskrit, don't you?}.

those who can't seem to find stillness, need to be still the most.

this is so true.

five.
friday night lights. i can't believe it took me so long to discover this gem of a show, but i'm so glad i did. currently i'm mid-series and loving every minute of high school football and love triangles.

{surrendering forward fold found among my pins}

if you could see my heart.

new discovery! my favorite band has a song called hummingbird! 

hold out your hand
yours is the only one that i dare to land

fall.

i heart fall. i really do.

and, i want to soak up every moment {especially the sunny weekend days}.

taking all of the vibrant, earthy tones and crisp, fresh air i can get.

happy halloween!

dive.

i'm distracted this month.

can you tell?

writing is hit or miss these days, dolls. i've been a bit of a miss lately, but i'd much rather be a hit.  just like how i would in real life. and, i do believe the way in which we feel about how we write is a direct reflection of how we feel about ourselves. no wonder i've been down and out.

such is life. with the highs must come the lows.

i'm waiting for something instead of diving in with reckless abandon.

i heard one of those right on statements tonight to share with you.

what you put up with, you end up with.

let's follow our own bliss. and dive right in.

{here}

trust.

needing some trust this week.

channeling that inner cheerleader.

may we find our way.

*inspiration found here and here.

dreamlover, come rescue me.

dear mariah, you make for the perfect monday night recipe.

girlfriends plus mariah carey's greatest hits on repeat plus fake microphones plus dance parties.

this equals pure, unfiltered happiness. it's moments like these that stick with you forever.



your lyrics return to me so easily. i'm instantly transported back to the fifth grade. it's christmas morning and santa brought me my very first "boom box" i just had to have. when you believe - the duet with whitney houston - is on repeat all the live long day. i remember laying on the carpet in front of those giant speakers for hours with the inside CD cover in hand, memorizing the songs word for word. no agenda whatsoever except to get ready for the day's festivities.

m.c., you're a classic who helped define my childhood. the countless hours spent dancing to you in the entry way of my home sweet home are part of my essence. thanks for teaching me to dance like no one is watching.

it's funny. it's reasons like this one that make me realize why i'd ever want to be famous. to inspire. to have an impact on dancing little girlies. but, i guess we don't need fame for that.

dance like no one is watching, my loves. and, sing like no one can hear you.

*dreamlover and hero. two of my all time faves.*