The world is different now. We must act differently. We do not have elected leaders giving us guidance. We do not have a solid example to look to. We do not have the luxury and privilege of time. We have only each other. There is no amount of abundance consciousness or love and light that …
Ending the Gap Year or Why I’m Quitting the Wellness Industry
Okay- that was a little sensational, I admit it. I'm still teaching yoga but below I'll outline why there's going to be a big shift in that department... Last year, just about this time, I was considering changing my life in a big way. After years of contemplation and plenty of letters added after my …
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hello there
In hopes of keeping this website relevant, this is just a friendly post to encourage you to peruse the links at the top so you can find my latest offerings and events. Is something missing that you wish I would offer? Send me a message at danielle.a.gismondi@gmail.com and let me know. Take your time. Be …
please go
I've been meaning to write here since the new year began. Truth be told, I've avoided it because by writing what I am about to express, I'll be making it real (at least to myself and the internet), and that can be a slippery thing. This winter I've been cocooning pretty deeply, and have finally …
pause
This morning I sat in my breakfast nook, eating toast and eggs and reading Mary Oliver. Every poem seems more profound than the last. I sip my tea and am reminded of how lucky and privileged I am to be able to do this on a Wednesday morning. In one poem she gives some of …
grief
For the last few days, I have been experiencing grief like I have never felt, matched with a tender love I didn't know I could access. It comes in waves, where I am in the middle of a sentence or a thought, and then my breath catches and I am weeping. I am soothed …
an open letter to the men who couldn’t hold me
Dearest former loves of my life, I am writing to tell you that it isn't your fault. How could you have known how much fire you were getting yourself into? How could you have known the depths that I hold? You didn't know you'd get lost in there, in all of that divine wisdom and …
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multitudes
Whitman, in his poem Song of Myself, writes: "I am large, I contain multitudes." and believe me, I do. We all do. My multitudes contain within them some big shifts that I can finally share. On August 2nd, 2018, I walked into Breakwater School and kindly told my supervisors that I would not be returning to teach …
solitude
These words poured into a notebook in a stream of consciousness right before I fell asleep last week. being alone is consciously sleeping in the middle of the bed. it's a king, and you're in between two pillows now taking up space on purpose where it used to be occupied by someone else who held …
transitions
tran·si·tion noun the process or a period of changing from one state or condition to another. This is the place I am in. Summer flew by in my new home so beautifully. That transition was seamless. Portland, Maine suits me in a way that feels simultaneously like coming home and starting over again. Growing up, …
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