Why am I still searching? Why am I still afraid? Why can’t I let go of my past and love and live? Wtf Is wrong with me? Why can’t I let myself be happy? Why am I always afraid of really living and enjoying and seriously just being?
January 28, 2015
I can’t ever tell him the truth. It is hardest, hurts most, to ask for help over and over again. To know you cannot fix yourself.
January 25, 2015
Surround yourself with so much love and friendship in a single room that you can’t help but be your true self, and with that outward confidence, be fascinated by the people you don’t know already, let them know you want to know them, and then just see what happens.
January 20, 2015
These are the hardest betrayals. The ones where our loved ones have been taken over, possessed by a drug or alcohol, as if a demon.
January 9, 2015
If you start by taking impeccably good care of yourself, your life will start to change in miraculous ways.
January 6, 2015
by jenpastiloff
This is where the magic will happen once Lidia Yuknavitch arrives & the retreat starts. #yoga #yogaroom #ojai #beautyhunting #manifestationyoga
by jenpastiloff
No one wants to see a fake version of who I am because that’s what I think they want to see. Go ahead and crucify me because I don’t do as much yoga as I “should” or because I drink. I’m getting old enough not to care. And the word “should” needs to be burned. Many ask: "Where do I fit in?" "What do I call myself? Who am I? Where is my place in this world?" As my retreats become less asana based, as I stop teaching so many classe, I start to wonder where I fit in. Am I a yoga teacher? Am I a writer? Am I a truth teller? Truth: it doesn’t really matter where you fit in the crowd. What do you do when you feel like you don’t fit into the club? Create your own club. You start your own club called "The This Is How I’m Going To Do It Club." "The Take It Or Leave It Club." And make yourself president. The trouble arises when I feel like I have to fit into a certain model or when I feel like I have to fit into a box. When I feel like I have to look/do/say/be the way people expect me to look/do/say/be. I’ve created my own niche, my own style, my own career – but most of all, I’ve found what makes me happy. I said that I didn’t know what a yogi diet was was but that I thought the best thing to do was to pay attention to what makes you feel good. Oh, this makes me gassy and bloated? I won’t eat it. This gives me a hangover? I won’t drink it.This makes me constipated? Done with that. If we pay attention to what works, life becomes easier to navigate. And yes, you can use that analogy for your yoga practice. Pay attention to how when you turn your foot a certain way, a certain pose hurts your knee. Hopefully, you’ll stop turning your foot that certain way. I’ve found something that works. I don’t know how exactly. When I start to question it, or when I try to fit in to be more yoga-teachery, (whatever that means), I lose the part of myself that makes me feel good. I lose the part of myself that makes me successful. And to be clear, I don’t mean successful in any monetary definition. I mean successful in that I can put my head down at the end of the day & say "I told the truth today." Pic: @phillipvn TAG SOMEONE you ❤️ #manifestationyoga #beautyhunting
by jenpastiloff
My friend @annieserts snapped me laughing at myself. I'm a picture of high fashion this morning and so totally matching. #not
by jenpastiloff
#Repost @shawnardoinart with @repostapp because I just love his art!! I own a piece too! Love love love!! ・・・ "Keep swimming with Love and you will get there..." (Mixed media on paper) #inspiration #yogainspiration #love #fish #fishpeople #swim #swimmers #mauiart #hawaiiart #maui #tahiti #fishart
by jenpastiloff
That’s all we ever want most of the time, isn’t it? To be heard. Seen. Understood. "Understand me. Please?" Search trains and faces and coffee shops and your house and the blue sky and the grey sky and poems and people with their selfish hearts and their big "What can I do for you hearts" and whatever it is that you decide to call it, this thing which I cannot truly name, tell yourself that to become a part of it all, this beating mess, is what you must do. That to go out and touch the sleeve and the comb and the heart of another is what you came here for. You didn’t come for the pie. You came for the gut wrenching love and loss and joy and pain and when you see it in another, you get it. You recognize it. You came to ride the train. xo jen pastiloff See you next in London, @kripalucenter in Feb, nyc, philly, Princeton, Dallas, Chicago. all info in link in profile under retreats/workshops tab on my site. Tag someone you think would like to come to one of my workshops. tag someone you love. #beautyhunting #youcametoridethetrain pic by: @lucerotl46 in #carmel #california
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