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Last month I took a three-day trip to the mountains for writing and meditation. I ended up doing more sleeping and reflecting. I arrived home with no blog posts or book chapters written, but I was extremely well rested. My husband laughed at me. “What did you do for 3 days if you didn’t write anything?” I sat. And I prayed. And I let myself be in the energy of inspiration, sitting in the energy of spirit. Often when I… >> learn more.
Diastasis Recti is a fancy term for when the abdominal wall begins to give way to intra-abdominal pressure. That means from the inside out, as opposed to the outside in. Most often this happens to women in their third trimester of pregnancy, although sometimes it can affect men as well with weight gain.
During the post partum period, women are often focused on breast-feeding, managing life with little sleep, and perhaps, if there is time, working out. But very few… >> learn more.
I remember my very first dance. I was in the 6th grade and had just moved to what was my third school within a few months time. Pennsylvania had yet to woo me with her charms and I felt out of place among the five girls at my new school. I was also a pretty big nerd, and was grateful for the conformity of a school uniform. But this was the big dance, the chance for each person… >> learn more.
In my home, I have a ratty throw pillow that I’ve filled to the brim with old stuffing, pieced together from various things my dogs have destroyed. The pillow isn’t sealed. It’s ornate face looks out into the room, hiding its backside, where stuffing peeps out through a busted zipper. Every evening, when I come home from work, my dogs have removed this pillow from its perch and crafted a new concoction out of the stuffing. Most days I find… >> learn more.
There is dukkha. I’m chasing my dog around the house trying to get him not to eat his barf—which is remerging from his stomach every five minutes. A piercing shriek from the fire alarm breaks my train of thought. “Dang! I was so busy on puke patrol that I forgot the rice!” As I rush back into the kitchen through a fog of smoke, Hank retches again and starts eating it. I look down at him and realize… >> learn more.
In the past couple of years I’ve abandoned the pursuit of lusting after a normal life and embraced the birthing process of my inner wild woman. I made acquaintance with the woman I want to become, and in a way always was, and delivered her into being. Having served as a labor and delivery doula for many moons, I found myself pondering the essence of doula support and how it applied to my own birth—the birth of myself.
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Do you believe in magic?
I do—perhaps too much. A few days ago in my evening meditation I was actively trying to manifest money for further hypnosis training, and while I was at it, I threw in a special request to Spirit for a little extra grad-school cushioning. The next day when I got home from work I checked the mail—a typically drab daily routine where my anticipation of a letter from literally anyone is met with the… >> learn more.
Most of us use the language of chakras every day whether we are conscious of it or not. “My heart aches every time I see that Humane Society commercial with the Sarah Mclachlan mezzo soprano emotional background music.” Or “Ever since the move, I’ve just felt so ungrounded.” Or “That guy gives me the heebie jeebies.” We are all complex beings, and we need a systems approach that reflects the nature of our reality as emotional, mental, physical… >> learn more.
Here’s a hypothetical a friend posed to me this week: if someone punches you in the face, and you end up needing surgery to fix the nose, but you secretly always harbored dreams of a nose job—that’s the universe working it’s magic, right?
The inspiration for this post came from a Yoganonymous article discussing “spiritual bypass,” a term used by Buddhist teacher and author, John Welwood. He notes, “Spiritual bypassing is a term I coined to describe a process I… >> learn more.
It started with a thought that I needed to take cash out the following morning. I turned over in bed, simultaneously remembering I needed to transfer money from savings to cover rent. Another toss and a pillow adjustment, later: “what about retirement and my lack of savings skills?” Yet another twist, toss, and turn. The night was quickly evolving into what most Americans experience before falling asleep. I found myself stuck in a catastrophic thought hurricane of plotting and… >> learn more.