Every once in a while they creep up on me. I only know they’re here by the tightness in my chest, by the shortness of my breath, and by the slide show of ‘what ifs’ that flash before me, keeping me awake while I listen to the sounds of my partner sleep.
I’m talking about the Mean Reds. Or, in case you’ve never seen Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Fear (to be more specific, ALL the Fears). (more…)
It’s time for some peace and quiet. Starting now, until I don’t know when yet, I’m enforcing a strict policy of silence.
I just need everyone to shhhhhhhh!
Yes, I live with a toddler AND the loudest sneezer on the planet. On most days, there are no fewer than four people in the house. And we live to a soundtrack of Miles Davis and Raffi (Judah’s current faves).
That’s fine. I’m not trying to mute the sounds of home. That’s not what I mean at all. What I mean is, (more…)
When I taught yoga, it wasn’t unusual for a student to weep on the mat during class. Some people feel uncomfortable with tears. In fact, I often do. But as a yoga teacher I didn’t have the freedom to panic. My job wasn’t to stop teaching, ask them what was wrong, fret about it, or otherwise draw attention to their experience. And it certainly wasn’t my place to take it personally if they were having a strong response to the practice. My job was simply to hold space.
All the tissues I passed, adjustments I made, and hands I held helped prepare me for the colossal job of holding space for my son. However, it took me a while to figure this out. (more…)
It seems the universe is sending me a very clear message: take the stick out of your butt and relax, already. It’s time to have fun.
For months I have been reading childbirth books, asking experts and moms for advice, and watching the best of what YouTube has to offer. I’ve been collecting data and anecdotal experience. I’ve taken classes, watched DVDs, and listened to books on tape. All this in hopes of creating the perfect birth experience for myself and my baby.
Of all the experts who have weighed in, no one has ever said to me what my doctor said to me today. (more…)
Planning a wedding is stressful. Everyone tells you this before you begin. What no one mentions is that planning a wedding teaches you some important lessons about life. Sure, you and your partner will grow together in the process and you’ll gain some insight on your strengths and weaknesses. But the life lessons you take away from the experience are truly priceless. Here is what I learned:
I have a confession to make – I’m om shy. Oh, I can om with the best of them in a classroom setting but when it comes to leading others in the chant or vocalizing a mantra in my own meditation practice, well, I’d prefer not to.
My husband loves the om and used to pester me about adding it to my classes when I was teaching yoga regularly. Ok, I’d say, then conveniently run out of time at the end of class.
I actually quite like the om. There is something really great about feeling it surround you from all sides, ripple up your spine, and fill your chest. The collective om is an energy I feel comfortable tapping into. There’s strength in numbers. But the solo om has never been my thing. (more…)