A hard core gymnast from 3rd to 11th grade, daily training, tough workouts, dance classes and stressful competitions were the norm. Competitive fencing replaced gymnastics and then martial arts eventually became my focus for more than a decade after that. Lured by the idea of cross-training, an afternoon bike ride with friends somehow morphed into 25+ years ( and still counting) of racing bicycles both on and off-road. To say I love athletic competition is an understatement. (more…)
2017 was a year for transformation, for coming into the light, but also allowing the darkness to inspire us to go within, take time for stillness and then allowing movement to heal us and let us grow and expand.
We worked together on creating a vision, and with that we sunk into our passion.
We were brave warriors as we leapt into the direction of our dreams, that to which gave us so much energy to be inspired to be our authentic selves and let our light really shine through. Freedom came naturally from here, the freedom to beYOUtiful. Things were flowing in this space of love and light which helped us trust the process, to all that was happening for us. Then as the leaves started to fall, it was time to root in order to fully be in the glory to rise strong like trees, creating a solid foundation to reach for the stars. We took it all in as we embraced the journey and the beauty in it all!
If you are just joining our NS tribe and family (and we are so glad you are here) or had quite a busy year, here are the themes we explored in 2017, our year in review …
I sat with my soul in the midst of its storming once. I went deeper inside, to the eye in the middle. Surrounded by the chaos of which I held no control, I rooted into my core. I held still and listened. And this is what I heard:
Embrace it all. Every bit of it. Of everything that is your life. Gather it all in and hold it. Allow it all into your heart. Let it all break you open so your heart can work its magic.
Embrace who you are where you are. Embrace all that has happened. The joy and the pain. Embrace your journey. Every step you’ve made towards your dreams. And all the slips and falls. All the stories that have just begun to tell their tale. And all the stories that ended before their tale was told. Gather it all and hold it dear. Even your suffering. Let your storms wound you. Be soft in the spite of them. Let them cut into your heart and turn its deeper soils as only those pains can. And trust the heart’s gift of transforming what we allow it to accept.
I am a Soldier and have been in the military for 29 years. I was brought to yoga to increase my flexibility from years of running and not properly stretching. I started doing some on-line and video yoga workouts in 2014. After a knee surgery in 2015 I knew I really had to challenge myself to increase my flexibility so I started to attend some local classes. A friend was teaching classes at the local library and I started to attend her classes.
I fell in love with yoga and the way it not only made my body feel but also my mind and spirit. Soon I was attending every possible class I could. The transformation that I could see in myself gave me the desire to one day help others achieve the same. In 2015 I knew that one day I would embark on a path to be a yoga instructor. In 2016 my work transferred me 350 miles across the Pennsylvania (from Erie to Philadelphia).
I’ve been working with my breath lately. Breathwork is powerful. Without the breath there is no life. And life so much like the breath, with its rhythmic draw and release.
As I sat with my breath, following its rise and fall, it offered me a story. Inhaling, I paused at the top, holding the breath there, holding life within. Feeling gratitude, feeling full. Feeling alive.
Trusting I will feel its fullness once again, I let it go. I let it fall. I followed it down. Down into my roots. I let it all out. And I sat within my emptiness. And I listened from that stillness. I was less comfortable at the bottom of the breath. When can I breath? I feel so hollow.
I listened for my answer. It was so quiet at the bottom. And from this place I heard that small shy voice that brings the world down to its size. I cannot tell you what it said to me. It spoke a million words through the silence. Through the slowing beat of my heart, I listened until I felt at peace with my emptiness. Until I was ready to accept my own dark hollowness. Until I learned winter’s lesson of holding that quiet space after each fall, listening and waiting for life to fill me again.
I was ready to inhale. I was ready to allow my lungs to expand with life, to rise with the truth of fullness I now understood. My breath held a lesson of self compassion, for all the times I have fallen and all the times I will feel empty again. Life will take me to its darkest depths over and over yet still I will heed the call of the heights I have yet to reach. And so I will rise. Again and again, I will rise.
“There is something moon soaked and dawn flavoured about her. Something kissed by the wild and loved by lightning. She looks like Artemis after a night of storm hunting. She looks like the sun as it rises after kissing the dawn.” – Nikita Gill
Nikki is a Mother, Wife, Healer, Hopeful Suburban Homesteader acknowledges words are her mind’s tools; writing her soul’s craft; and this circus of life her heart’s muse. Read more from Nikki here on her blog, The Way I Bee. Nikki’s massage therapy and energy healing, including reiki/cranio with some spontaneous journey work, are part of the offerings at Nourishing Storm Wellness Company.