We Will Survive, an excerpt from Practice by Courtney Rohan

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My husband recently shared a song with me by Beres Hammond, "Truth Will Live On." The movement of the reggae beat and the lyrics speak of rising to the occasion. It challenges us to stand up for our rights. To accept the fact that we are deserving of the best life experience, leads me to contemplate how we evolve.  

The Truth will survive forever. The truth within us and around us will take us to new levels. We will forever become anew. This is the beauty of life. We will live on and continue to change as we do. Never the same as the day before, we are ever evolving as we move through Life forever.  

Flowing through life, this tangible earthly one, is to go with the stream of our experience. This means that when experience comes into our awareness, we can observe it as apart of the all that cause us to evolve. And, with this we can respond from a place of authenticity. In each experience, the truth, which will take us to new spheres, resides. 
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                                                A book that will inspire you to move and be still.... by Courtney Rohan
This Monday come practice with me as we flow with and create new experiences. Clean out the stagnant corners--

 All Classes: 6:15- 7:15 pm
Next class: May 18th, This Monday!
All levels welcome. 

 A hip opening and back-bending class


Come on. You deserve it!! And, it's FREE!

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