My momma and my sweet Ninagirl 🐾 transitioned into the infinite within a few short month's of each other. I am ripped open and raw.  These words surfaced through the walls of my transparent chest.  Maybe they will touch a soft spot for you as well as we journey hOMe over and over again. 

Stepping onto the crunchy deck top planks ~ the air crisp & clean touching her skin. The glow to the east begging her gazing.  There it was ... the hint of pink peering through the trees in the mountain sky.  Her breath exhaled as the chill under the cozy oversized robe settled into comfort.  ​

This moment is showing you how
the leaves
the season of blowing air

Just Let Go

I awoke with vivid pictures
and feelings
body sensations
of 2 humans
2 situations
That had wronged me

Returning from my travels to Ireland ~ my language has evolved.  Mystical ~ Celtic ~ Gaelic words and wisdom forever etched into my existence.  In the rain and amongst the elements begging for my attention ~ I was completely present. 

Living in the Now. 

And in that space ~ I unwound and continued my journey of becoming...nothing. 

What if...

For just one day
   you stepped out
You slowly yet deliberately
   unzipped the suit
the suit of warrior armor
   that adorns your flesh and bones
the one that has helped you for lifetimes
yet in this moment
    in this blink of time

I remember always being a seeker.
From the moment of sitting in the sandbox, digging and digging, hoping to uncover some magical find yet not realizing in my child like ways that mom and dad had just poured the sand inside a box.

Dancing from one thing to the next.

Mow the yard.  Get my walk in. Clean the kitchen. Write a blog post.  Weed-wack around the trees.  Promote the Women’s Awakening Festival.  Drink some water.  Teach a yoga class.  Clean the bathroom.  Did I eat lunch?  Sneak in a few pages of reading.  Hop on the kayak.  Return client texts.  Sneak in dinner.  Return client emails.  Ahhh…I could go on and on.  For this redhead (and I am sure you too) are hard to slow down during the season of fire.

I asked him, What was your favorite part about school? Without a flinch, “summer!”  Ha.  This is how a recent chat went down with my boyfriend.  Me on the other hand, I loved all of school.  So much so, I saved old paperwork and played teacher during the summer breaks.  Insert all the neighborhood kids lined up in lawn chairs surrounding the pool as I paced the front, I think waving a stick, as I gestured into understanding 1 + 2 using 3 trees in the yard.  Think there was a clue back then that teaching was a life gift I was meant to share?  I mean, come on, what kid takes a break from swimming to teach?  Yep!  This one.

As life progressed from 3rd grade, the love of learning stayed with me.  I satiated all that teachers were willing to share, the stories that books would etch in my heart, and the wisdom that nature seeped into my cells.  You see, my only wish through all the years of sitting at desks, was that the walls would come down and we would be under the blanket of the sky learning from the teacher that never judges or holds anything back.   Mother Earth and all of her creatures!
In my life’s work, I use her sage teachings wisely, along with spirit animals, all the elements and much more on my path as a shamanic practitioner, energy life coach & yoga teacher.  And, I continue to be the most eager of students as I learn throughout all of the Seasons.  So I guess, you could say that summer was one of my favorite parts of school too.

With Earth Day just around the corner on April 22nd, may you find moments to step out into my most favorite classroom, the one without walls.  

See you on your yoga mat or elsewhere as I continue to share my hearts love ~ teaching!

P.S.  Earth Day Yoga Saturday, April 22nd 9am Ottertail (we will be on the beach if mother nature’s warmth gives us a hug or inside…with the windows open)

​xo Wendy
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​Hugs. Tears. Yoga. Music. Nature. Animals.
In no particular order,
all have helped soothe my soul.
For I have been in mourning.

I have been sad for the anger that rests in people’s hearts.

I have been sad for the fear that leads many in the place of love.

But mostly, I have been sad for the segregation. For within the
depths of my soul; I know & believe that we are all ONE.

And thankfully, gratitude for that belief is winning over the sad darkness.

Gratitude for a heart-wide-open yoga community that comes together to move, feel, and heal.

For the first time ever, I was close to canceling yoga class so I could mourn in solitude. Because the last thing I could see myself doing was talking. And when I teach, inspiring words tend to naturally flow from my lips. But instead of canceling class, I turned to music to speak for me.

Along with the hugs, tears, yoga, nature, & animals…maybe some of the music below will soothe your soul.

Four ~ Deuter
Hands ~ Jewel
Killing the Blues ~ Robert Plant & Alison Krauss
Gold in Them Hills ~ Katie Melua
Our Day Will Come ~ Amy Winehouse
Never Too Late ~ Three Days Grace
Light ~ Al Green
High Tide or Low Tide ~ Ben Harper, Jack Johnson & Friends
Sound of Invisible Waters ~ Deuter
Haven’t Met You Yet ~ Michael Buble
Somewhere Over the Rainbow ~ Israel Kamakawiwo’ole
Kindred Spirit ~ Deuter
Keep Your Head Up ~ Andy Grammer

​In love & light always ~ Wendy

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The Billie extended family was all together on Thanksgiving.  It is during those packed house family gatherings that the wooden sign I gifted my parents rings true:

I caught myself in a little white lie (again).  It was super small.  Insignificant really.  But, the words just found their way out of my mouth.

Do you do it?  Of course you do!  Well maybe if you have reached a state of pure self love & unwavering acceptance of your authentic soul all the time…maybe then you don’t ever speak them.  But, I know I am talking to a human on the other side of this technology device and we all have a tendency to fall into our shadow selves. We see ourselves as somehow less than and not enough.  We are conflict avoiders.  We are afraid to let our true colors be known. We are out to prove something.  And the fib reasons can go on.  I am here to confess the ones I occasionally fall victim to:

3 little white lies:

1. I have exaggerated a story to ensure I am validated & accepted.
2. I have played down my true beliefs so as not to make another person uncomfortable.
3. I have agreed with someone’s comment when I don’t truly agree.

I know. I know. I should know better since I know where all those little white lies go. They are sent out into the universal wave lengths which means I will be given more life situations where I am tempted to hide behind my shadow side through tiny lies.  Oh great.  And if that wasn’t enough, as soon as those false words are spoken, guess where all those falsities get shoved down into?  You guessed it — into the body!

​Yet just another reason I love my yoga practice.  Since the body never lies, yoga helps to uncover the truth and shed the old lies that have unconsciously been shoved deep into the fascia, cells, nerves, etc.  When you harness the breath & melt into yoga postures, you get the old inauthentic energetic kinks out and you shed light onto your true self.  You will know what it feels like to truly heal from the inside out.

If you can feel it, you can heal it.

As you feel the tensions release, know that you are tapping into your spiritual self where you have the realization that truth will always set you free.  And insert one of my favorite Dr Wayne Dyer messages:

First remember that you are a spirit in a human body rather than a body with a spirit.

We are here to spiritually grow, love, co-create, and above all else to forgive ourselves and others (from all those lies).  So embrace this human experience and live it from a point of truth; your growth will accelerate and others will want to join your party since true authenticity is contagiously sexy. Before I close today’s chat, try on this cool mantra outfit (one size fits all):

I am real.  I am honest with compassion.  I am a truth vibe trend setter.

Trust me when I say; when you wear that outfit it will feel like you are giving yourself a big hug (and I’m not exaggerating). Plus, you will get the most compliments EVER when you wear that outfit!

​Until our paths cross again.
In love & light,
Wendy

I can still feel the wind blowing through my hair.  I grew up riding my silver bullet moped all over the town of Minot, ND where I had the pleasure of open roads and wide lanes (Kramer would have loved it; insert Seinfeld episode reference).  The gas friendly mobile took me so many places and instilled a freedom at a young age my memory loves to recall.
But right next to the freedom memories, I have scars on the knees that remind me of the many gravel road crashes.  The tears. The pain. The sadness of spending what little babysitting money I had saved to mend the blinkers lost in the moments where the magic bullet hit the ground and left me on bended knee.
We have all skinned up our knees a time or two in our lives but when we let the emotional pain of the injury linger on …and on …it etches a scar deep within well below the surface of the obvious.
In yoga, we call these etched in mental or psychological impressions; samskaras.   They become embedded so deep within us that they can create emotional patterns that cause pain and discomfort or conversely; joy and freedom!
Enjoy this short 12 minute audio where I was interviewed on Health Matters radio talk show.  I explore the body & energy connection:  The Body & Energy Connection with Wendy Billie on Health Matters Talk Radio
Yoga. Breath. Awareness.  All amazing tools to break through the old samskaras.
Until our paths cross again,
Wendy Billie