Every week in my soul/sanity/muscle/motherhood-saving yoga class, my teacher begins by asking us to breathe out all we want to release from our week, to give back to the universe. And then she instructs us to breathe in all the goodness we want to fill up that space. This week, the goodness I want to breathe into the corners of my body and spirit comes from the women I know.
Many of you know the women I know. Many of you read them and have playdates with them and work with them. No matter how well or how long these women have been my grrrls, they continue to impress me with their ambition and writing and insights and sassafrassness and kick-assedness, whether they are moving through their own days and worlds or stirring up the tide throughout the universe.
Check these mamas out:
There is so so so much more of this to come. Well, as soon as I'm all stretched and Zenned.