It’s not that I don’t like Christmas…okay, scratch that. I don’t like Christmas. Christmas makes me feel like a hostage held at gunpoint, forced to do and say things I don’t mean. “Got all your shopping done? “All ready for Christmas?” Why does everyone SAY this??? No. I am not ready for Christmas. I don’t … Continue reading Christmas. *sigh*
Author: Kath Thompson
Protect Your Peace: The Benefits of Disconnecting from Media
My posts have been so downbeat lately. First, I was whining about how my eye surgery got FUBARed, Then, the election had me in a total rage. But I’m here this week to report I’m feeling better. I’ve stopped reading the news and going on social media, and it’s made a tremendous difference in my … Continue reading Protect Your Peace: The Benefits of Disconnecting from Media
Hurt People and Political Choices: A Deep Dive
But then Trump came along and gave voice to this rage. He said the quiet parts out loud. What he said sounded bold and outrageous but TRUE! He said what he'd been thinking and feeling his whole life, but could never say because it would get him in deep trouble.
How It’s Been Going Since The Election
I take a shower, do my hair, decide what to wear, and drag myself up the stairs thinking, “How much longer can I do this? What’s the point? Nobody comes, or very few.” I hang up my coat, take off my shoes, and begin setting up the room: pick the music, and light the candles. I dim the overheads. I power on the spiral. It feels so warm, so sacred, so calm. It feels like church. It feels like a world apart.
Entering the Caution: Flammable Era
I am in no condition to write an inspiring blog post today. I am filled with hate and rage. But because I possess the super-power of metacognition and can be aware of my thought processes as I have them, I’ll muzzle myself now and wait until I can talk without spittle collecting in the corners … Continue reading Entering the Caution: Flammable Era
Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Upcoming Election
When I am anxious or triggered, I use my words. That’s my way of fighting. I will do lots of cerebral screaming. I will talk to myself and the people who trigger me IN MY HEAD. Sometimes, I will write everything down. I will scribble vehemently like someone possessed.
The Yoga of Disappointment
The story I was telling myself about what happened wasn’t what happened. That was over. That was a phone call and it had ended hours ago. Now I was making up stories
Oil
I asked the therapist at the end: If you could give one piece of advice to anyone (including me), based on your expertise as an Ayurvedic massage therapist, what would it be?
At Kripalu
I am sitting in the sunroom on the fourth floor, where I had a breakthrough epiphany many years ago. It was here that I began transcribing letters from my Inner Wisdom Guide. This sunroom has always been one of my favorite places. It’s all redecorated now, tricked out with slouchy, lounge-friendly furniture in greens and … Continue reading At Kripalu
Inspired By In October 2024
Watching: Documentary on Netflix called America’s Sweethearts: The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. Weirdly compelling. The DCC fascinates me because it’s like a cult. Why are these women so willing to devote their whole lives to this organization, even though they get paid about what a worker at Chipotle gets paid? I kept waiting for one of … Continue reading Inspired By In October 2024