I hope my yoga and meditation classes might bring you back home to the truth that your childhood religious experiences may have taken from you: that, at heart,
You are whole.
Your body is good.
You can trust it.
Your spirit is wise.
Your heart is vast and spacious, far beyond any particular tradition.
Our lives are impermanent and fleeting, and we’re all gonna die, so we might as well cut the crap and learn how to really do this thing well while we’re here.
You and I and all of us are caught up in an interconnected interfaith web of being that no toxic patriarchal theology can take away.
Let’s weave it together, breath by breath, pose by pose.
Since it’s a Sunday morning, and many of us who grew up Christian spent countless Sunday mornings confessing our sin, brokenness, and inadequacy — over and over, week after week…
How do you think repeating creeds and prayers about your inherent sinfulness affected your sense of self as a tiny, growing human?
Whose power did it preserve for you to grow up convinced that you were broken, fundamentally sinful, and inadequate without a “Savior”?
And whom might it benefit for you to grovel about your worthlessness and powerlessness from the pews every week?
Time to rewrite the story, in our bones.
Maybe, just maybe, there’s actually nothing deeply wrong with you.
What if you were whole, and wise, and powerful to begin with?
Let’s recite a new creed, and weave it into our bodies, with every awakened breath.
You are good.
You are wise.
You are whole.