In yoga the Sanskrit word sukha is used to talk about the sense of ease. Sukhasana - easy pose - is sitting cross-legged. When I came back to yoga practice after years away, the gentle, kind instructor of our beginner class shocked us one day by saying we wouldn’t start the class lying on our backs… Continue reading Ease
Welcome! is my theme this year It already led me down a happy path of coincidence: Adriene Mischler tweeted out "Welcome Home" for her newest yoga series on youtube, an obvious sign for me to join in. I haven’t done thirty days of yoga before so we’ll see how my body reacts, but for years… Continue reading Welcome, 2020!
Resetting My Life I wrote before about the start of my radical decluttering journey (Powerful Books) - it was (officially) in 2015, after years of chaos and trauma in my personal life, when I'd found hope and excitement about the future. (Unofficially, I can trace my first step to a moment of sparkling lights glistening… Continue reading Letting Go
There are times I need to put on armour (mine = a smile, the frozen-on-my-face kind) to protect myself from negative energy. Armour weighs me down though, and usually it feels better, lighter, truer to let my inner positive energy shine out. Spread Those Good Vibes You're sitting on a plane or train or subway or… Continue reading Managing Negative Energy
I'm a glass half-full, see the silver lining through my rose-coloured glasses kind of person. At a summer job as a teenager, my co-workers made me a name tag saying "Painfully Perky". I fill the "Good Things that Happened" box in my weekly planner to the brim. I've lived through trauma and abuse, and -… Continue reading A Messy Relationship with Gratitude and Greed
How To Be Sick Well I’m a bit unwell, and writing what I need to hear today. Awhile ago I had a (congested) laugh when I was coming down with a cold and googled ways to think about minor illness. I’ll talk about the helpful advice below, but the funny one was an article about… Continue reading Facing Illness with Grace
A side effect of writing down my random thoughts is that I know the exact date when everything changed, when one of those thoughts was an epiphany. On April 4, 2015, I was sitting in Bryant Park in NYC (I already knew it was a magic place, this day’s events cemented it.) I was tired… Continue reading Powerful Books