Set a life THEME, rather than a goal.
Giving Up Procrastination For Lent
I was going to do something for Lent, but never got around to deciding what. I don’t want to “give up” anything; I want to add something. I want a new challenge, a new activity, a new project. I did the digital declutter in January and started a book club in February, now I really … Continue reading Giving Up Procrastination For Lent
Here in Pennsylvania it rained. All day. G is so sick she sat on the couch and binge-watched DVR-ed episodes of Long Island Medium and drank copious amounts of hot water laced with coconut oil and raw honey. She is really sick. I did 47 loads of laundry, went to the ATM, and to the … Continue reading Crank Time
Dropped the ball
So as it turns out I'm not Wonder Woman after all. I can't write and meditate and blog and strength train and get in 10 thousand steps and teach Power Yoga and clean the studio and walk Boomer. Today I crashed and burned. No writing. No meditation this morning either. (But that will get done … Continue reading Dropped the ball
It’s “Go” Day
I have been working on a writing project that just can't seem to launch. Or, let me re-phrase that: I have been working on a writing project that I can't seem to launch. Jennifer and I have been talking about it and she's given me exercises to do. Make a calendar. Create tasks. Break it … Continue reading It’s “Go” Day
How many streaks are too many?
I want to start another streak. A yoga streak. I need to get my personal practice back. Bad. The other day I subscribed to Udaya so that I would have lots of classes to choose from and no excuses. My pre-streak started today when I woke up, took a hot shower, slathered myself in coconut … Continue reading How many streaks are too many?
I Do Not Love Writing
I do not love writing. I love having written. Writing is something I resist with every molecule of my being. And because I resist it so fiercely, I know this is what I need to do. Because one of the things I really believe is that my resistance to writing represents my fear. My fear … Continue reading I Do Not Love Writing
In the week between Christmas and New Years I rented a little apartment in Ithaca, NY. I needed a getaway: from Christmas, from busyness, from tired. I needed a retreat. But instead of booking myself into a fancy place like Kripalu, I tried a “self-guided” retreat this time, in a nearby city where I know … Continue reading Winterlude
A Time to Pause and Reflect
I am getting ready to go to the studio and set up for this afternoon's Yoga Nidra class. Every New Year's Eve I lead this deep guided meditation called Yoga Nidra, and then offer people the opportunity to stay afterwards and write a letter to themselves. Here is what happens: Unlike my normal classes where … Continue reading A Time to Pause and Reflect
The Return to Interiority
Even though I get melancholy when the season changes from summer to fall, and even more so when it changes from fall to winter, I have to admit that I really do love the return to interiority. I just read a piece in Elephant Journal by a woman who went to a retreat at Kripalu … Continue reading The Return to Interiority