Do you ever hear a term so many times that it starts to lose its meaning? “Self care” can be one of those terms. It’s so ever-present that it’s easy to overlook a key part: care.
We don’t always extend the care we give others to ourselves.
We listen to our friends’ worries, affirm their feelings, and remind them that we’ve got their backs no matter what.
Even though we scold the dog for peeing on the rug, we later remind him, “Awww, you’re such a good boy!”
Last month, my partner invited me to his work celebration of his recent publication. I joined Mark and his lab mates at an arcade on a Thursday night, with two goals in mind: celebrate Mark and find Whack-a-mole.
If you’re unfamiliar with Whack-a-mole, it’s an old, mechanical, tabletop game. You insert your token and pick up a heavily padded mallet. Your job is then to whack colorful plastic “moles” on the head as they pop out of the table. It’s immensely satisfying.
These wintry days are chilly and dark and the holidays can be tough, so I thought I'd send you a little inspiration to nurture yourself through the end of the year!
Although the reminders below are particularly relevant for tending to yourself during the winter holiday gauntlet, they apply year-round. Especially if you are grieving or low (and even if you’re not), please give yourself permission and tenderness to continually check in with what’s right for YOU. 1) You don’t
I was a theater kid in high school. One of my favorite parts of performing was the moment of darkness at the opening of the show, just before light beamed onto the stage. The audience was quiet with anticipation and the actors were in our places.
Worries over what was to come, whether it was my first note, the hazards of wobbling in costume heels, or enunciating the tricky part of my monologue, all of it disappeared. During that still and silent pause between preparing an
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
One of my long-time yoga students recently pointed out that my answers to questions in class are usually a variation of, “It depends! Here's why...”
Today, I thought I’d offer a similarly squishy answer to a question I field often.
“What’s the best way to meditate?”
Meditation can seem intimidating and mysterious when you’re new to it, can’t it?
There are endless techniques out there and you may have heard just as many rules about how to do it “correctly:”
Eight years ago, before I really learned how to nurture myself, I was convinced for a while that slowing down might break me. When I got home at the end of a long day, I was often so tired that all I wanted to do was flop on the couch, but as soon as I did, I felt restless and anxious. As soon as I closed my eyes to meditate, I’d either break into tears or a cold sweat. For the life of me, I couldn’t lure my body into a full night’s sleep.
I sometimes see this in clients a
After what feels like weeks upon weeks of rain, the sun has finally emerged here in Chapel Hill. The past few days have been beautiful, balmy, and nearly 90 degrees, and after being in a bit of a funk, the lure of light is irresistible. My yoga mat has a few bits of fresh bark ground into it from practicing on the porch, and I’ve got a funny tan on my lower legs from wearing my capris for meditation in the sun.
In honor of one of my favorite outdoor yoga seasons, I’m off
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