Today. Death by hate.

I have so few words. My heart is racing with my thoughts. My jaw has been clenched since this morning. My body is in a fit, rather a rage. It is physically demanding to feel it all.
Today, I am angry and I will not hide it. I do not run from my anger. I will not keep calm and fucking breathe on. I will not numb this. Not now. Not ever. Anger is a motivator. To act, to move. To love the fucking shit out of life. My anger is loving. Prayer is not enough.
Words are not enough.
This post is not enough.
This is the world we live in. Where death is driven by hate. This thing called hate, is learned. If you stand by your homophobic ways, your racist, bigoted, classist, sexist ways, violence against others through thoughts, words, actions, or suggestions then hit the unfollow button right now.
It is unfathomable to me how we keep parading bullshit gun rights to arms that kill by the masses. A weapon that fires rounds, I repeat, ROUNDS. No one needs this weapon. I’m looking to the disgusitng belief systems, the policiticans who pocket money from the NRA, empty condolences, to profiteers, to all for the sake of “rights to bear arms” poor excuse for lack of action to reform.
Inaction is an action.
I sure hope that anger is a motivator to keep spreading love and igniting that love out loud and proud.

This is not up for discussion.

Go out and fucking love the shit out of this world.

stephanie birch

go inside. go the fuck inside.

your only choice in life is to feel. how long will you run? how long can you hide? when do you stop blaming? when does responsibility step in? are you here to pretend or are you here to get real? be real. it's the feeling-body that shows us to get really-real. fuck that fake shit. 
Go inside.
The moment you begin to judge someone, go inside.
The moment you want to blame someone, go inside.
The moment you want to react toward someone, go inside.
The moment you want to give the stink eye, huff, growl, hair flip, whatever-have-you, go inside.
The moment you begin to feel some density with someone - pissed off, angry, low, flustered, whatever it is, go the fuck inside.
And realize this. 
Your reaction to anyone, anything - especially when it starts to drive a force of judgment, blame, competition, jealousy, anger, or anything that leaves you in a hot, heady, heated space - go inside. This is information. It is tapping you on the shoulder saying, “hey, there is something going on that you need to take a look at.” Life is requesting your attention to notice your thoughts, your patterns, your beliefs, your behaviors, your actions and what you need to dig into - for yourself.
So often we want to blame others or find safety in victim-hood. So often we prefer to numb our ways. The moment we begin to feel, is the moment we want to bow out. It takes place on the yoga mat as much as it takes place in our life. The body wants to move through the heavy shit. It’s the mind, the ego, that wants to knit such heaviness to banter this life and our relationships. When you really go inside with yourself, especially on the mat, you’ll have no choice but to feel. We numb so much in our lives, especially pain. When we numb pain, we numb everything else. You cannot ignore one part of your life, without ignoring all of your life. It is all connected, supported, and woven. 
Often times I will tell students to feel it out, let stuff come up, get shaky, sit in the uncomfortable, feel what is real. If you’re smiling through it, awesome. If you’re hating through it, awesome. If you want to curse at me, I can take it. Because what is true is that everything you feel and all the gooey stuff that comes up has absolutely nothing to do with me (or others). The goal is to feel. My job, as a teacher, is to help you get there and simply guide you to go inside.

 

stephynow