Shannon McLaren

Yesterday, in yoga class, I became curious about something. Why don't yoga teachers OM anymore? That's it. A question. I asked the teacher and immediately felt something change. There was a personal belief there. Something had been touched. I could feel that pushing further wasn't going to create understanding, so I didn't. But I left curious. Not about the OM. About me. Because I know this place. I've been finding myself here most of my life. I ask the question. I notice the inconsistency. I...

I couldn't keep going. What originally inspired and challenged me stopped having any juice. So I stopped. I don't aspire to twist words into something entertaining just because it's time to publish another blog. That's not my purpose. I write because my own experiences stretch my awareness into a wider bandwidth of understanding. Those moments that suddenly click... those "Well, I'll be damned" realizations... those have juice. That's why I write. That's why I give this my precious time....

We learn belonging before we understand it. In the body. In the breath. In the way we were held… or not. A mother doesn’t just give life. She offers a mirror. Of care. Of presence. Of what love is allowed to feel like. But many mothers were handed a script, not support. An image of motherhood shaped by pressure, survival, and silence. Not truth. If she could not fully see you, it’s often because no one fully saw her. This is where your power begins. Not in blame, but in responsibility. For...