Posts by Connie Solera

This journal spread initially began with both Phoenix and I drawing on it with oil pastels.  Then he moved onto playing with his trucks, then his books, then his sandbox, then his stuffed octopus, and then back to helping Mom! But as I worked on it, I thought about closure. One of my beloved yoga…

Night time can sometimes be the hardest time for me. I’m exhausted.  My feet ache a little. And something about the dark sky triggers my mind to analyze my day and calculate all the ways I fell short. Taking on this evening painting practice, or sadhana as I like to think of it–has helped curve…

I have been changing my life. Slowly. Steadily (at times). More chaotic (at other times). But changing my patterns. Turning over old habits to see what lies there. Going inward. This is not easy work. Nor is it for the faint of heart. There are things I’m finding that scare me. That rip me to…