As 2017 seems to rush to an end, I'm steadying myself in an intention that feels grounding when it seems like time is flying. (Because wow, wasn't it just Halloween?)
This intention is also a solid first step to offering myself compassion when things get heavy and I'm teetering on the edge of overwhelmed. It's really simple.
Take a breath and ask, "What am I willing to notice?"
This question isn't meant to withdraw us from participating in the world, but to engage a lit
I've been trying to write this for days. Although I want to write about why it's ok to risk imperfection in our actions against injustice rather than doing nothing, in all honesty I've been scrutinizing every single word to the point I've considered just sending you a list of links. I've softened the language. I've made it more direct. I've scrapped everything and started from scratch, then edited again. Bear with me as I now try to walk my talk. I may still put my foot in my
A lot of the phrases I hear when I talk to super busy people about self care are, "I should," "I need to," "I have to," plus extremely loud sighs. If you're already overworked, having a laundry list of the stuff you've GOTTA do to take care of yourself can be overwhelming!
How on earth can you get all of your work done, take the dog to the vet, run your errands, get the trash to the curb, pay the bills, drop off food for your sick neighbor, call your mom, AND feed yourself
No matter what side you’re on, the U.S feels more divided than ever, doesn’t it? The people you love most may be divided, too.
When people are at odds with each other, it’s natural to feel anger, concern, fear, or grief.
Yet here you are, big-hearted soul. And you are still breathing.
Take a moment to place a hand over your heart or your belly, directly onto your skin if you can. Feel the warmth radiating from your palm and fingers onto your chest or the softness of
Every day, the news is full of yet another layer of heartbreak. So many kind, loving hearts are grieving around the world.
Because of this, I’ve been second-guessing whether to write what I’d planned. I worried it might be petty to talk about making peace with our bodies at a time when violence seems to be everywhere we turn, and our action feels urgent.
Then I attended a webinar led by the powerful Sonya Renee Taylor, the founder of The Body Is Not An Apology, and I was
Over the next few weeks I’ll be sharing with you a few of my favorite body image action steps! They’re a taste of what we’ll work on in the Body Peace series at Carrboro Yoga in August, and the tip of the iceberg of what my body image journeying clients celebrate in coaching. There’s so much body judgment we consume every day, that we’d probably need to hole up in an power-free cabin in the woods to escape all of it! Since that’s not realistic, and you’d never finish Orange I
Pssst: If you're signed up for my newsletter, please note that I have a new email address! Please add email@example.com to your contacts. We miss out a lot when we're preoccupied with hating our bodies. I'm not only talking about the pictures we duck out of, the pools we don't swim, and the adventures we don't take. I also mean the day-to-day energy drain of tearing down our bodies, our physical homes, that makes it really hard to care for ourselves (and others).
This past year, I’ve been grieving. Grief can be an alarmingly unpredictable thing, swinging you perilously between panic, numbness, stomach-turning sadness, and peace, sometimes within the course of a day, an hour, even a minute.
And oh boy, the tears.
We have a difficult time with tears in our culture, don’t we?
There are times, of course, when crying is inconvenient or feels inappropriate. There are other times when crying is thoroughly inescapable and you hav
I want to share a loving reminder with you that's been on my mind: You haven’t failed at self care, body positivity, or anything else, if your relationship with your body is on the rocks at the moment.
There are just some days when loving your body is too tall an order. Sometimes you’re in deep physical pain or you’re thoroughly exhausted. Or your inner critic may be on a bender, shaking her fists and shouting judgments that are so high-pitched you can’t hear over them. Or