Inkwell
Reflections from the Mat – A collection of readings, poems, and mindful insights from Heidi’s classes to inspire contemplation, deepen your practice, and bring awareness beyond the mat. Take a moment to pause, reflect, and connect.
Precious Wellbeing
Let this be the year
Where you start over.
Where you regain energy
Reconnect with those you love
Rekindle your past passions
And re-envision where you want to go
And what you want your life to look like.
Let this be the year
Where you leave your worries behind
Make peace with your past
And embrace the new chapter that lies ahead
Understanding that
As you navigate through life
You discover that sometimes, what was once beautiful, incredible and magical
May come to and end
And what once uplifted and inspired you
May no longer be for you.
Let this be the year
Where you appreciate
That while you may have lost tings in your past
You life is continuing to unfold
And many positive experiences lie ahead.
You will experience moments that take your breath away
And you will meet people who share your passions and interests
And whose personalities are compatible with yours.
Understand
That you will hurt
And also be hurt
But love
And also be loved
And choose to remain open-hearted
Choose to believe that better lies ahead
Choose to heal
Choose to believe that you are deserving of beautiful things
Choose to believe that you deserve to take up space
Choose to prioritize your own healing and happiness
Choose to give yourself permission to pursue what you desire
Choose to move forward
And choose yourself.
-Tahlia Hunter
“What is real?” - An passage from Heidi’s Class
“What is REAL?” The velveteen Rabbit asked the skin horse one day. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made.” Said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become real.
“Does it hurt?” Asked the Velveteen Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints, and vey shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand. But once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.”
May each and every one of us find the ability to soften where we are rigid, to become more trusting where we are fearful. May each and every one of us experience the irrevocable love this life has already offered us the moment we were born, no matter the circumstance, no matter the situation.
Let all the pink rub off your note from being kissed, and more than anything allow yourself to feel as much as you possibly can. When in the depths of feeling, may you experience a realness beyond what you ever thought possible…a love beyond imagination. Don’t wait to think you are experiencing love, love is loving you real right now.
You are already real. You are already love.
a poem from Heidi
I cannot tell you
how the light comes.
What I know
is that it is more ancient
than imagining.
That it travels
across an astounding expanse
to reach us.
That it loves
searching out
what is hidden
what is lost
what is forgotten
or in peril
or in pain.
That it has a fondness
for the body
for finding its way
toward flesh
for tracing the edges
of form
for shining forth
through the eye,
the hand,
the heart.
I cannot tell you
how the light comes,
but that it does.
That it will.
That it works its way
into the deepest dark
that enfolds you,
though it may seem
long ages in coming
or arrive in a shape
you did not foresee.
And so
may we this day
turn ourselves toward it.
May we lift our faces
to let it find us.
May we bend our bodies
to follow the arc it makes.
May we open
and open more
and open still
to the blessed light
that comes.
~ Jan Richardson