Author: Alexandra Foran

UTTERLY CHANGED

           , into the forest one way, come out another; changed – guided by sandled feet spirit led me to an opening a familiar clearing sacred space and so I walked/ran down the manmade path within this feminine body in a way utterly known.   at a point bugs whispering one ear to the next stooping, breathing, unshodding shoes leaving keys, and the green behind, barefoot I sauntered stepping hollowed ground.   my feet shooting into the Earth, rooted and lithe I AM HERE each moment moving deeper shedding my former self embracing this new ME within US.   hawks call and soar unseen presence witnessing transforming their screech rises inside me call-response my cells alight as my spirit soars.   following moss to see tall trees and pine visions from my dreams manifesting as the forest gives and takes blood for wisdom our connection runs deeper as my heart pulsates OUR CORE HEALING HOT.   guided by angels, guides, animals, spirit intuition balancing across fallen trees STAND STRONG supported by nature’s hewned walking sticks …

A little secret…

I’m gonna fill you in on a not so secret secret. It sucks to be a woman in the workplace. Actually, sometimes it sucks to be a woman in general. When I was younger I used to sometimes wish I were a boy, not in a transgender way but in a “life would be so much easier if I had a penis” kind of way. Recently, this dude Bryce from the Daily Banter wrote a great piece about his similarly drawn conclusions: “Dear Men: This Is Why Women Have Every Right To Be Disgusted With Us” One of the most blatant statements read as follows: “I don’t know how they handle it. I’ve come to actively realize what I passively have semi-understood for years: Women have to deal with something — at best it’s a polite glance, at worst it’s a possible rape threat — at almost all times when it comes to dealing with men. And I don’t think most men even realize this.” Truth is, we don’t really handle it because we often …

Pros and Cons, yo!

There is a distinct balance to everything — positives and negatives. I recalled the pro/con list concept today after catching an episode of Gilmore Girls. It’s about 12:44 am where I’m at and I’m wide awake. In the past few hours I’ve: donated to Poetry on the T and thanks to that I will have the opportunity to meet and learn from one of my new favorite poets Lloyd Schwartz – check out one of my favorite pieces of his: A True Poem become a member of the Mass Audubon Society — and so has my brother thanks to a belated graduation present from me 😛 applied to a couple of part-time jobs to support my new(er) yogic lifestyle. contemplated the meaning of life and realized there is an inherent juxtaposition between, well, everything Specifically, in the here and now, I recognize that there are two different types of insomnia: good insomnia and bad insomnia. Good insomnia involves insane productivity for mine and possibly others’ highest and best. Bad insomnia entails a downward shame spiral …

June is Healing Month — for me

So, I’ve decided this month is all about self-healing. As a sensitive human being, yoga instructor, and reiki practitioner I’ve come to understand the need for self-healing and love more and more. It’s one of the most important things about being human. As someone who is very empathic it was far too easy for me to give myself and my power away to others. I thought I was helping people, and perhaps I often was, but I was truly draining myself too often. It might sound selfish, but taking care of yourself has to be an utmost priority. This is in fact a selfless act, because taking really good care of yourself will provide you with the ability and energy to assist others more! Every body wins!! So, that’s my goal this June: to allow myself to heal and be gentle with myself. To do this I plan on doing the following things: -writing at least 2 hours daily -practicing at least one hour of yoga for myself -meditating at least 20 minutes daily -reiki …

Being Sensitive

I used to *HATE* when people would call me “sensitive”, or better yet too sensitive. That just felt like the way I was and it always felt like something I couldn’t help but be. For a highly social and sociable kid I was already a writer and bookworm in elementary school. I was always feeling, always worried about the kids getting picked on in school, always watching or reading scenes on TV and in books — and then feeling them so deeply within me. On more than one occasion my mom would have to tell me “it’s just a movie,” … even to this day. And I learned to hate how I felt, in a way, I learned to be ashamed of how I perceived the world around me. And in a way I learned how to be “tough” aka wear a mask. It wasn’t until fairly recently that I realized what a beautiful gift it was to be sensitive and how truly brave it is to wear your heart on your sleeve. How amazingly …

Breathe into and out of May Mental Health Awareness

This is a piece I’ve wanted to write for a long time, as it is written on my heart. And I’m trying to open up my heart (and not call my heart “stupid heart” which I just did mentally in my mind…it’s a process, people). Anyway, it’s fitting that May is Mental Health Month. What a good tie-in to the topic I’d like to discuss. First:   It is thought that I may be bipolar [jury’s out but I don’t feel I am]. Or have bipolar tendencies. Or maybe I have something called PMDD (severe PMS – lucky me). Or maybe my MTHFR gene is messed up (I call it the motherfucker gene…someday I’ll look up what it stands for if my insurance decides to cover that test). I tried for a really long time to pretend everything was OK when for months I’d had weeks of sleepless nights, and by sleepless I literally mean some weeks where I only slept maybe one or two hours each night. I tried my best to be brave, …

True Story: I missed my last day of work

Yeah…it happened. When this SHOULD have been happening:   It’s so ironic because much of my life I’ve been quite sick (“in the head” – I can hear my mom saying that in my mind…she’s always saying shit in my head. Damnit!). Anyway, I missed my last day of work. I was stoked to resign, excited to take care of myself and my health, and of course in a hilarious very typical turn of events I ended up sick with a virus and viral vertigo. Even if I wanted to drag my sorry useless ass into work I couldn’t physically drive to get my weak little body to work.   #CLASSICALEX Plus, it rained all freakin’ week! Rain actually gives me headaches, no joke. I have my problems. Also, when I have vertigo things get extra weird. My brain is already highly unusual as is, but to make matters worse I get oddly fixated on certain things and some things really freak me out. A great example is the Snuggles teddy bear. One question: WHY? …