Endameo (ἐνδαμέω) – An ancient Greek word meaning "home" or, more precisely, "the place birds fly to." It reflects the journey of returning to oneself, finding refuge, and embracing a sense of belonging—just as yoga guides us back to our inner home.
I want to talk about the falling of the masculine. I have always had a difficult time relating to women who were man-haters. In the home I grew up in, I often witnessed the toxicity of the feminine and the wisdom of the masculine. For the majority of my youth, my father, not my mother, was a safe space. In my most frightening of years into adolescence and teenage era, I was found to constantly be a burden to my mother; we fought daily (if we were even talking to each other at
Until all the other pieces of my life come together, the question is: What is happening right now? I am in an odd season... though perhaps that is something I say more often than it is true. But this certainly is different than I expected or planned for two years ago when I left my full time job of being a baker to pursue yoga. At that time, everything lined up; the place I had worked at for years was getting reconstructed from the inside out, managers and owners changing.
TI start this particular post with a quote from the end of A Revelation of Divine Love By Julian of Norwich, an anchorite in the 15th-century Wouldst thou learn thy Lord's meaning in this thing? Learn it well: Love was His meaning. Who shewed it thee? Love. What shewed He thee? Love. Wherefore shewed it He? For Love. Hold thee therein and thou shalt learn and know more in the same. But thou shalt never know nor learn therein other thing without end. Thus was I learned that L
