I decided I would just make up my own texting-acronym. Here it is: SURF: Seriously Unimportant Ridiculous Fluff. Let me explain.Read More
It is 2017. I have decided on a theme for the year: CONNECTION. Now what? As I was thinking about that, I remembered something that happened to me a few years ago. That something is STEP 1 for 2017: TAKE YOUR LIFE OFF AUTOMATIC
It was about five years ago when my son was ten years old. Although my now x-husband had a driver's license, he refused to drive. I had spent those tens years driving everywhere and all the time: every vacation, every grocery trip, doctor appointment, school event, and drop-off and pick-up at the private school 15 miles from home; every sport practice, game, party, airport run, and even date-night. When I say everywhere, I mean everywhere.Read More
Throughout my life journey, I have received the most profound guidance from the most unexpected places -- like my Christmas tree. It just happened again. Here is my share:
A few years ago in December, I was close to filing for a divorce and was deeply sad. It was the middle of the night and I got up to sit alone in the quiet of the Christmas tree lights while everyone else slept. This is a ritual I have had since my childhood - a kind of meditation to connect with the peace of the season and pieces of my self.Read More
In silence of morning, I rise and breathe snow. White, clear, soft, covering the remains of the year, of the journey thus far in cold, quiet. Freezing what has been to make space for what is now. Opening a white vast page for what is possible. I walk. Snow floats in tiny crystals covering, hovering, floating, then dancing. Dancing over what has been frozen, thawing my tears to mingle and crystalize in snow-drops on my cheeks. I breathe snow. I breathe. I notice:Read More
That when I don’t know what I want, sipping a cup of hot water clears my mind, calms my body, and opens me up to the answer.
That when I am hurting I can heal by connecting to the hurt. If I ignore it or try to push it away if grows bigger. Like a child with a skinned knee, hurt just wants to be hugged, bandaged with love, and checked on as it heals. Love your hurt like a child. It heals so much faster.Read More
This phrase never rang truer than it did when I become a mom.
And then I became a yoga teacher.
And then, a kids’ yoga teacher. Now there is no turning back.
Anyone who has any experience at all with kids knows this: Kids’ will call you out on everything. There is no hiding, pretending, or acting. Kids’ see the truth (how beautiful is that) and they won’t let you get away with anything less. If they sense you are not being honest or real you’ll know it: they will act out, act up, speak up, or bounce off the walls. That lack of being real creates chaos for them. Authenticity, honesty, and genuine love keeps them interested, grounded, and allows them to fly.Read More
I am having a mom moment. This morning on the way to school with my almost 15 year-old son (our ten minutes of magic every day – there is a lot to be said for trapping a teenager in your car without any electronics attached to his appendages) we were listening to a radio show and a caller announced that she was going to run the Boston Marathon with her dad...Read More