How It’s Been Going Since The Election

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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.

Oil

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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

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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

Zillow

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My daughter is looking at houses. On Zillow. The Pinterest of Real Estate.   I read today that the Fed is poised to lower mortgage interest rates, and buyers are ready to pounce. My daughter is ready to pounce. She’s been looking on Zillow for about a month now, and she sends me links to the … Continue reading Zillow

Don’t Assume

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This new development made me think a lot about how when you get old, people treat you differently. You even treat yourself differently, especially when it comes to self-improvement and self-renovation projects.