So many people I talk with say they are living in a world of overwhelm. They have so much going on, so many things on their to do lists that they don’t know where to begin. Their lives are happening all around them and they have resigned themselves to the idea that this is just how life is going to be. But really, we get to choose. Imagine a...
Read MoreBack On My Mat
After four months away, I returned to my gentle yoga class last week. I knew it was time to get on my mat, to reconnect with my body, to stretch to my soft edges. But equally important, I was longing to reconnect with my community, to practice with my teacher and my regular classmates, and to be received with so many hugs and welcome backs. But my teacher...
Read MoreSitting In Stillness Opens a Heart
Life is funny sometimes. We tend to avoid what we need and want the most. And then circumstances happen and we are suddenly faced with exactly what we weren’t able to give to ourselves. Leaning into it, accepting it, can be a challenge. But when we are able to be grateful for the experience, magic can happen. Several weeks ago I tweaked my back...
Read MoreComing From That Place of Love
Sometimes our best work happens when we simply show up, open up and connect with our heart. I am not a mother and I don’t, for a minute, pretend to understand what it must be like to have a child love you unconditionally, then challenge you, then love you, then hate you, constantly changing the rules of the relationship. A client recently called in...
Read MoreWhen Soft is Hard and Hard is Easy
We took our first beach walk this morning. For a big girl who barely walks any distance, it was a hard, heavy breathing effort across the soft sand to the beach. But I took my time, pausing to toss the Frisbee far enough so that Laddy could retrieve it without jumping for it. After several rounds of play, I had a moment of being ready to turn around, but I...
Read MoreFinding Home: The Story Continues
It’s the first week in July and last Friday, three friends and two strong teen boys moved my big furniture and the rest of my packed boxes to my dad’s house to store. But my bed and my desks are still here. And so am I. After finding and then losing the original “dream house” and then the backup house, I was all set to move at the end of June into...
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