Author: Brittany Wilkerson

2016: One Beautiful Mess

  I am writing this after a walk and an online yoga session with my teacher, Annie Carpenter. My mind is still and my body at rest. The constant barrage of thoughts and worries have subsided and settled like little flakes at the bottom of a snow globe. On January 1, I was asked to think of one word to focus on for 2016. Of course, my immediate thought was “what’s a word that would cause some sort of improvement?” There must be a word to make me better, right? That’s what New Years Resolutions are all about! But, the inner experiences I have been through this month have urged me to see this concept of intention and focus through a different spiritual lense. I continue to wrestle with perfectionism. God bless. Sometimes I think this is my most important life lesson!  This week it was brought to light in a variety of ways…when I put sink dish soap in the dishwasher and bubbles exploded everywhere, when I lost out on a job, and when a …

5 Simple Steps to Create a Sacred Space in your home

This month, we celebrate the work we do as women! Some of us are mothers, some artists, some corporate executives, and the list goes on. Regardless of what we do, we all share the need for “me time” and quiet moments to recharge our bodies, minds, and spirits. Creating a sacred space for yoga, meditation, art, or simple quiet time can do wonders for our overall well being and light the spark of inspiration when we are depleted. Having our own little corner filled  with beauty or even an entire room or outdoor space provides us with spiritual nourishment and weaves a sense of sacred ritual into our lives. Here are five steps to create a space which invites you to slow down, breathe, and recharge. * 1. Choose your special spot. It can be a small corner of your home, an entire room, or even an outdoor space or garden. See if you can choose a place that you will pass by frequently during your daily routine, so it’s beauty and energy can remind …

Out of the Mind and into the Heart: Your Self-Care Toolkit

I don’t know about you, but I wish I could control things. The amount of time I have spent obsessing about the future and worrying about the people I love can be embarrassing. I admit this because I am in the life-long process of becoming more gentle with myself and my experience. No matter what our current circumstances are, we all share the existential dilemma of having to deal with the “great unknown” on a daily basis. We try to mold it, shape it, control it, wish it away, ignore it, etc, but we are usually left with the foggy notion that we missed something. How do we shift back into our bodies, fully experiencing the beauty of the present? Because I have struggled with anxiety, insomnia, and perfectionism in my life, I believe I have been led to practice and share yoga and invite other women to come along for the journey out of the chitta vritti (fluctuations of the mind) and into the freshness of the present moment and the space of the heart. …

Keeping the Soul in Yoga

I recently came across a post on Facebook which read, “The best yogis of Instagram.” This contest was decided upon by a well-known women’s fashion magazine and featured a variety of teachers, many of whom were wearing bikinis and had little to no body fat. Most pictures this magazine chose to feature were filtered images of thin, barely clad 20 and 30-something women doing handstands in remote exotic locations. Look, I get it. I LOVE yoga. I TEACH yoga. Yoga makes you feel vibrant and alive! I follow several of these established teachers and they have a lot of really wonderful things to say and they are good teachers. But, I’m disturbed by how yoga is beginning to be perceived by our culture. Since when did being a yogi equal being a fashion model? I took a class the other day, and the teacher literally said, “maybe one day if you keep practicing, you’ll be able to do the pose as gracefully as me.” WTF? Are we selling unattainable perfectionism now? It seems like it. …

Coming Home

  We’re going through old family photos as we prepare to celebrate my grandmother’s life this weekend. She passed away last night at 10 pm, surrounded by my mom, me, and my aunt Kristi…“her girls.” We sang to her, we held her hand, and laid our hands on her head and her heart. She went softly, gracefully, peacefully…like herself. I came across this photograph of me as a little girl. It’s my favorite one. It looks like me, from the outfit to the expression in my eyes, to the way my body trustingly rests it’s little back on the truck of that tree. I am comfortably held In the vast arms of nature, where there is room for contemplation and curiosity. There is time for discovery and it is happening. There is love in my eyes and fascination for the unfolding of life. I recognize my essence and my soul in this picture. Those moments are lovely, aren’t they? The ones when we feel like we meet ourselves again? I am experiencing a richly textured …