What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

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I have no idea if everything happens for a reason or if life is just simply random and full of possibilities. I do not claim to be an expert in any particular field or subject. All I have to offer you is a testimony of my own experiences. I am a woman in search of the highest expression of herself, and I am discovering more and more every single day exactly what it takes to walk through the fire of life without getting burned.

Six months ago I woke up with a strange and uncomfortable burning sensation that felt like a turbo charged yeast infection on wheels.  I went in to see a doctor as quickly as possible to find out what in the hell was going on. She informed me that I had a bartholin cycst. I was sent home with specific instructions to take at least two sitz baths a day in the hottest water I could stand. I followed her instructions and by the fifth day the pain had reached a level that I didn’t even know was physically possible. I did a shot of whiskey and rushed to the ER. The doctor informed me that I should not have been sent home and that the condition of the cyst now required emergency surgery.

This health care system that is supposed to provide a certain level of trust and comfort truly scares the shit out of me. Thank god for the liquid valium and morphine the kind nurse asked me to snort up my nose because I was about to go completely insane.

Bartholin cyst? WTF? I had absolutely no idea that these tiny, little pea sized glands were about to change my whole world. When I asked the doc to tell me more about them, he just said that they were responsible for providing lubrication. I am a 32 years old, highly sexual woman, being told told that my ability to get wet has been compromised. I wanted to break things! Thankfully, after tons more research,I discovered that the bartholin glands are small change compared to the glands that really make things happen. The happy dance that followed just might go down in history as the happiest of all happy dances, ever!

The doctor who performed the surgery inserted a word catheter into the gland. This is a method that supposedly lowers the risk of recurrence. After a month of waddling around like a mama duck, I had it removed as instructed. Less than a month later another one popped up in the same exact place. My doctor says that these things just happen to some women and that I may just have to learn to live with it. Hmmmmmm…….how about NO FUCKING WAY?!?! 

I spent the next several months searching for natural ways to heal my body. I experimented with everything from homeopathic silicea tablets to medicinal mushrooms. Guided meditation and visualization techniques, along with some energy work and reiki, provided by myself and a very dear friend, proved to be the most helpful. I have been studying and applying natural healing for years, so I knew that I could heal this on my own.

No more surgery! No more doctors who don’t know what the hell they’re doing! 

That stupid saying, ”when it rains, it pours”, has turned out to be true, after all. Two weeks ago another bartholin cyst manifested on the other side, but this one was just as painful as the first one. This time I had a fever and severe body aches as a result of infection. I rushed to the doctor again. She said that she had to do the surgery right then and there with no drugs this time, just lidocain. I felt the entire procedure. Traumatizing would be an understatement! I hope that none of you have ever or will ever have to experience this. But if you do, I can only hope that my journey and the things I am learning along the way can help you through it.


I was starting to slip into a depression again after this last surgery; feeling hopeless, frustrated and angry at the world. Pain meds, antibiotics, isolation….I was losing steam, fast. Then the miracle moment happened. One of my best friends who is going through a nasty divorce called me to talk. The details of her current challenges in life inspired me to tell her the story about the fire walk I did back in December of 2012.

Heather Ash, author and founder of the T.O.C.I center here in Austin, offered a workshop before our walk. During this workshop she shared personal experiences of loss and transformation. She also thought it was important for us to understand, scientifically, how we could walk on hot coals without getting burned. She went on to say that the energy within our body must be higher than the energy of the fire if we are to make it through.

Between the drums, the dancing, clapping and chanting, we were able to raise the energy within ourselves and for each other. Over 100 people walked through the fire that night without getting burned, and I was one of them. My body is challenging me to raise my energy right now, to be higher than the fire of my dis-ease. I’m no longer sad or angry or depressed. I’m becoming a finely tuned machine of power and strength. Hey fire, you clearly don’t know who I am. I suggest you run as fast as you can!


That foot on the right is my pretty, unharmed foot. This pic was taken less than 15 minutes after I walked through fire.The hot coals left an ashy residue and that’s it!

“My body now restores itself to its natural state of perfect health!”

I plan on documenting and sharing as much as I can from here on out about this experience. I have acquired so much support and information that I now feel an overwhelming responsibility to share it. It’s scary and frustrating to find very little useful information that does not include surgery or strong antibiotics. I will do my best in future posts to share the specific methods of healing and the details that are producing the best results.

Many blessing,

Lauren Suzanne


Hello, my name is yoga and I will change your life!

Another dream is coming true. Another wish. Another part of me is blooming and becoming…

My journey as a devoted student and teacher of yoga has begun. I had all of these profound, emotional things to say a few minutes ago. What happened? I’ve been silenced by this overwhelmingly beautiful sense of peace. There’s no way to describe it so I’m not even going to try, but I do believe that I am supposed to tell you that it is so very real. And just like everything else, the more you show up for it, the more it shows up for you!

Hello there, peace! Let me fluff your pillow and pour you a glass of wine. I will not concern myself with how long you will stay. I am just so abundantly grateful that you exist and that you are here. 


So I’m sitting in lotus position with my hands resting gracefully on my knees, my spine was straight and my booty was planted firmly on the ground. I’m in this room with 14 people who want the same thing that I want. We have all committed ourselves fully to developing a deeper practice, strengthening our character, and letting go of whatever we need to let go of so that our highest selves can come forth. Holy shit the energy was so potent, it made me sweat. Our teachers helped us to understand that becoming a yoga teacher and guiding others comes after our own profound transformation takes place. They tried their best to prepare us for what lies ahead, making sure that we know that they are there to cradle and nurture us while also pushing us out of our comfort zones and into our potential.



Nothing has ever done for me what yoga does for me. Bottom line! This practice requires physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional strength and balance…but most importantly, for me….FOCUSED ENERGY.



“If you want to learn something, read about it. If you want to understand something, write about it. If you want to master something, teach it.” ~Yogi Bhajan

Namaste, you beautiful beings….



aloha, here i come!

i made it all the way to day 6 and then lost my internet connection at mi casa. but i was getting ready for a ten day trip to hawaii.  so instead of creating a load of unnecessary anxiety before my dream vacation, i decided to go with the flow and let it go. it’s  important to me that you know exactly why i was unable to honor my goal to the very end.

i’m sitting in the lax airport right now waiting to board my connecting flight to honolulu. i finally have an internet connection and decided to take full advantage before i arrive in paradise; a place where i will only be using my computer to listen to my new and absolutely breathtaking playlist. so here i present to you post #7 a few days late.

ok it’s been almost a week since my last rant…and isn’t it amazing what can go down in a woman’s life in 5 days. let’s see…i learned how to make peanut butter chocolate cake balls, which were freakishly good and easy to make. i will be sharing that recipe one of these days. i also discovered that my daily blog goal helped me to relax into a more authentic and fun writing style. i made a batch of the most delicious body butter on the planet which i will be giving away as gifts to the magical people i am going to visit in hawaii. my skin has never felt so silky and smooth and ready for the world.  i will be sharing this recipe asap, as well. my good friend stacey and i realized that the word ”glorious” is just not used enough, so we decided to start a movement to “bring glorious back”. you should join in on that one if you feel ever so inclined.

i spent some time sitting with myself on several occasions, just simply acknowledging how abundantly grateful i am for all of the ways that love, clear intention and self acceptance have merged together and created an explosion of paradise deep within my soul. moving on up….

wishing you all a safe and happy new year!


lots of love,

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These are a few of my favorite things….










bubbles. pretty bras and bobby pins. road trips and freedom. yoga. flowers in jars. painting (i need to manifest that chair into my life). garter belts and seduction. yoga. poetry and love, poetry about love, love as poetry. horses and beaches and connecting with animals.

these are a few of my favorite things….



Stand up straight, my pretties!!!!

I had an interesting conversation with an older man today that came out of left field in a liquor store. We were talking about how interesting it is that so very few people have good posture these days. He was sharing stories with me about how his mother and elders would always correct his posture when he was a youngster.

Yea, it was annoying but he deeply appreciates it now, as he can’t help but to notice the difference in how people carry their own bodies around these days. Cell phones, computers and video games have really taken a serious toll on peoples bodies–much more than they probably realize. He said, ”It’s truly amazing how focused people are on losing weight or finding the perfect outfit. If only they knew that if they just stood up straight they would be so much more beautiful for themselves and the world around them.”

It was an unexpected and profound conversation that I just had to share.

Stand up straight, my pretties!



Dearest awful period, I’m trying to love you but I hate you!

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In case you were wondering what I look like when my uterus feels like it’s about to explode….

The only words that have come out of my mouth in the last two hours have been FUCK and DAMMIT. I have nothing nice, positive or uplifting to share today, but I am committed to my latest short term goal, which is a blog post a day for 7 days. Well hello there day #3, I hate you!