Regan’s path was informed by her early schooling where she meditated daily, practiced Tai Chi, and learned about the power of Divine Love and conscious thought. But she would reject these teachings as she sought to fit in and find social acceptance. Quickly rising through the ranks, Regan had a successful career as a Silicon Valley corporate executive in the educational software industry. But corporate ascension, an extra-marital affair, and a tumultuous first marriage were mere reflections of her brokenness and need for deep healing. Once she consciously committed to practicing what she had learned so young, her life began to change.
Regan recently moved back to Missouri from Santa Cruz, CA. She’s the founder of Aset Yoga Center and dedicates her life to teaching and helping her clients achieve a more intimate and disciplined inner life. Her compassionate approach creates safe spaces for transformation and wellness, through one-on-one coaching, yoga sessions, and her Ready to Awaken courses. She conducts yoga classes for her community as an act of service at no charge
Above all, Regan cherishes her roles as a devoted wife to Jim and a loving mother to her sons, Connor and Ian.
Regan’s Philosophy
Between any sensory input and your response is time and space to CHOOSE. Having dominion over yourself and how you respond to life is critical to creating a fulfilling, non-reactive way of living. Reaction vs. Response.
To cultivate that kind of inner sovereignty requires discipline and practice. A daily practice to pray for the highest good, to surrender to the love and wisdom of God, and to take comfort in its unconditional presence. To access Divine love and then work tirelessly to embody it.
A wonderful way to begin is a simple Kriya mantra “I am not my body. I am not even my mind.” To begin to connect to the felt sense of the true energy of yourself that is beyond your egoic attachments, beyond your identification of yourself, your personality, your physicality, is your essence. Impossible really to describe with words yet it feels still, vast, wise, peaceful, and unconditionally loving. Like the yoga principle of Santosha “complete contentment” whereby your external circumstances do not define or affect your inner state for you can commune, to access something far greater.
It’s a tall order, but I believe that is why we are here, to learn how to embody the love of God and to access that energy to inform how we respond to life.
Tribute to my Mother
Tribute to Megan O’Connor my beloved Mother
Dear Mom,
I love you infinitely. I say that almost every day to my children just as you did to me. I am so grateful that you are now at peace. You always said you would die taking a nap so of course that is exactly what happened.
I know how hard it was for you to be here. Your access, your sensitivity, your unconscious connection to the Divine was more than you could manage. Perhaps if you had been born now, instead of in 1933, you could have learned how to integrate what you were so connected to. I have no doubt you have forgiven all those who misunderstood or pathologized your power and access. As Jesus said from the cross, “Forgive them, for they know not what they do.” And while you were no Jesus, you certainly could love larger than anyone I have known and you had an intuitive access that felt otherworldly.
By bearing witness to you, by loving you, by being so deeply loved AND neglected and brutalized by you, I learned the absolute necessity and power of self-regulation. I learned this because if I was going to survive you, I needed to know how to separate myself, my response, and my sense of self from the massive emotional swings that ran through you. It was as if you were connected to the universe itself and were experiencing the greatest light and the greatest darkness within you, as reflections of it.
I think West African shamans are right; those who experience mental illness are being initiated into becoming healers and spiritual leaders. Those who fail to integrate what they are connected to become unwell. I am so deeply sorry that this culture failed you by failing to understand the truth underneath your symptoms.
You have asked me to remember you, as you were when you were young. Before you were ravaged by your connection and you simply thrived. You created miracles then, Mom. How else can you explain that a poor girl from Central New York was chosen to represent the United States in post-war Europe at 16 years of age? How did the Red Cross believe you were a shining light to extend brotherhood and hope to those ravaged by the Second World War as you traveled to France, Finland, and Denmark?
Your capacity for language acquisition, speaking 9 languages conversationally, helping Pan Am create a language laboratory at 22, postgraduate work at the Sorbonne, flying all dignitary flights for President Eisenhower, dating a King… It is an extraordinary list. You always used to say that when you spoke of your young life people thought you were a pathological liar. I am so grateful that at least up until your mid 20’s your life was magic. You created an exceptional life. That is the mother I choose to remember.
Those in my life who knew you still speak of your impact. Recently I saw a dear friend from high school and as we got caught up in our lives he responded, “Of course, you are a spiritual teacher. Just like your Mother.” He then reminded me of the long lines leading to your bedroom door when I would have parties. My friends longed to speak to you, eager for your intuitive guidance, love, and straight, non-judgmental reflections. You were like no other.
I can still easily connect to memories of us singing duets on the piano. How you would be my audience for my many dance and song recitals as if I was the most talented, most important person in the world to you. You loved me so fiercely. Even in our darkest moments I never doubted the depth of your love.
As you aged, I witnessed how the accumulated trauma, betrayals, and misdeeds of others ravaged you. You became so angry. Frankly, it made perfect sense. Of course, you were angry. The men you loved didn’t take good care of you. You were so selfless and in not having a strong sense of self, you didn’t advocate for yourself. After you died, we learned of all the charities you gave your limited, fixed income to. You truly loved others with abandon yet neglected to love yourself.
I wish you had known that you were so deeply connected to the Divine, that it was that connection that fueled you. You just needed to learn how to regulate its power within you. It is how you were able to guess people’s birthdays after a brief hello, how you were able to say the most revealing truths. I know you tried. You introduced me to your guru at 7, you were naturally attracted to mysticism, to prayer, you loved Jesus, but you lacked discipline. By witnessing you I learned the most vital lessons. I know if I hadn’t learned to regulate my access, I too would have been ravaged like you. I was certainly tested and initiated. Thankfully I learned what to do, how to integrate my access, the access I inherited from you. By not knowing how you taught me the vital importance of knowing. After my spiritual awakening, I knew if I had confided in a mental health professional I would have been diagnosed with some kind of mental illness, just like you. But instead, I sought the help of a Christian mystic and he helped me integrate the call.
Next time Mom you will know.
I sense your presence every day. I know it was you who put the “I AM MAGIC” rock in the dirt. I could feel your fierce God-connected love when I was recovering from open-heart surgery. I know you are proud of me, for my fearlessness, for my discipline, for my practice. I am healing the lineage, Mom. You taught me how important a task that is.
You were the perfect Mom for me. I am so grateful. I love how connected I feel to you and I love sensing how much you are thriving now. Thank you from the depths of my heart for your constant vigilance, deep love, and consistent counsel. I know your voice within. It is the voice that holds nothing back and cuts deeply and quickly to the truth.
