On Tuesday, I had a close encounter with a tree. A dead tree. One that had fallen across the path on the dog walk. I had negotiated the “duck under” on the way out, but cracked my head open on it the way back, grossly miscalculating the distance between the top of my head and … Continue reading Talk To Yourself More Kindly, You Stupid Idiot!
Author: Kath Thompson
Writer, yoga teacher, lover of sunny days, long walks, good coffee, and stimulating conversations.
The 5 Smartest Things I Did Before My Trip To Paris
Touring Monet’s house and gardens with Lisa was like having a French friend who knew all the inside info about everything.
Eating and Drinking Our Way Through Paris
La Bossue There is so much to say, De trop, actually, but for this post which I am writing from our apartment in Montmartre, with the window open, and accordion music floating in, I will focus on eating and drinking, which is the national pastime. In the above picture I am sipping a hot chocolate … Continue reading Eating and Drinking Our Way Through Paris
Paris In Black And White
This is me auditioning outfits yesterday. Tops, bottoms, shoes. The rule is every item of clothing has to go with every other item of clothing. That’s how you pack minimally. That’s how you pack light. That’s how you pack in a carry-on for ten days in Paris. Hahahaha. No. Freaking. Way. I’m checking a bag. … Continue reading Paris In Black And White
Preparing for Paris
We leave for Paris in one week. I haven’t packed, but I have worked out at the gym, prepped and taught my classes, and meditated without a miss for twenty minutes every day. I’ve done all this to keep from packing. I’ve also been cleaning for the house-sitters. That’s what I tell myself anyway, but … Continue reading Preparing for Paris
Inspired By In April 2025
I’ve been listening to her coverage of Trump’s first hundred days, and her informed rage is deeply, deeply satisfying. I like that she comes with stories, history, connections, and receipts. I hate hearing about the things she reports on; they wreck me, but I need to hear. As of today, she’s returning to just Mondays, and I will miss her.
Not Today, Sadie: On Naming the Voices in My Head
Somewhere in that scroll hole, I saw an Instagram meme suggesting you name your brain. The idea is that when a dark thought shows up—like today is going to be awful—you can talk back to it. One woman said she named her brain Becky. So when the spiral starts, she says, Becky, I love you, but we absolutely cannot be doing that today. It helps. It puts a little distance between you and the thought.
Moving Closer to Your Dreams
f the next 1,00 days looked exactly like yesterday, would you be moving closer or further away from your dreams?
Am I Running a Cult?
With words, I am guilty. I say words like asana, prana, and namaste. I sometimes obnoxiously and joyfully show off my knowledge of Sanskrit. My longstanding students now know the Sanskrit names of many poses. According to Montell, this is insider language and the most telling hallmark of a cult.
Getting Laid Off
But let’s return to the initial question: What do you do when your life blows up? When you’ve been shivved, knifed in the back, and now you’re lying there, bleeding, asking, What the hell just happened?
Inspiration Location 