Do teenagers have it right? Is sinking into your emotions, settling in among the swirling colored vortex surrounding you and whipping around you like a funnel cloud the way to make sense of things, the only real way to move safely through the angst and overwhelm of intense emotions? I’m beginning to think so. […]
Here I begin part two of my exploration of the body’s chakra energy system. As previously mentioned, my review is cursory and greatly abbreviated. Although I’m hoping for some clarity and “self-improvement,” I’m just curious to see what happens as I make my way through all the self-help and life coaching books I’ve got cluttering my bedroom reading area. Continue reading “Transformation, Mile Marker 1.2”
As anyone with school age children knows, the end of summer is a busy time, with back-to-school planning and shopping, and last minute adventures designed to squeeze the last moments of fun out of the warm weather before the routine of school days takes over. Two weeks ago, I started the book Chakras for Beginners by David Pond. Two weeks it took me to finish a book with 158 pages of text. Another week plus to write this post, which I’ve broken into two posts, as I don’t feel right about burdening anyone with a “short” essay of over 2,000 words. Then another week or more to edit for myriad reasons, all legitimate, but when I put them down on paper, they come across as nothing so much as excuses.
Last night I started the first book on that insane list, Chakras for Beginners by David Pond. The extent of my knowledge at the beginning of this journey is that there are seven chakras and they have to do with life balance.
I don’t know the names of all the chakras, but I know some from a regular yoga practice about the Third Eye chakra, the Root chakra, the Sacral chakra, and the Crown chakra. I guess that’s as good a place as any to start. Continue reading “Transformation, Mile Marker 1.0”
I have given up coffee. It started out as a summer project, but as the days have unfolded, it’s become something I realize weighs me down, literally and figuratively, so I can’t see it making a grand entrance back into my world anytime soon. Continue reading “Coffee: My Love”
The heat rises around me as I settle down onto my heels and extend my arms out in front of me and lower to the floor. The quiet chanting coming from the speakers and the hiss of ujayi breath from the practitioners in the room seems to increase the energy emanating from the air, making me drowsy and heavy. I drop lower into my pose and my back opens as the breath travels down my throat and into the burning muscles. Continue reading “Commitment to Myself (July U.B.C. Day 8)”
I’ve been cleaning out my house for, well, it seems like forever. The reality is that while my house may be clean, it is cluttered. Extraordinarily cluttered, by my child’s things, my husband’s things, and a lot of my things.
I am claustrophobic, so much so that I cannot even pull the covers up over my head, so much so that if my space is too cluttered, I start to lose it. I like to have my things contained in an organized fashion. I’ve been known to refer to The Container Store as my spiritual home. I have turned The Boy into a convert, and he likes to have his Lego blocks organized either by the complete set or color and lined up on a bookshelf for ease of access. It sounds crazy, but he actually plays with them more if the blocks are organized and he can find them easily. Continue reading “Cleaning House”
One of the last times I yelled at my son was Sunday, November 10, 2013. That was the day I decided I never wanted to do it again because I never again wanted to see hurt and confusion, even fear, in his eyes when he looked at me. Although I am certain I will yell again at some point, I nevertheless keep the date posted on my refrigerator. Even when I have slipped, I see that date written on my refrigerator white board and catch myself faster. I take a breath, and then I stop. Continue reading “Yelling Not Allowed”
I always enjoy getting the mail around this time of the year because of all the catalogues that arrive showcasing the pretty decorations, the glittery clothes designed for that oh-so-special holiday party, and the fabulous foodstuffs. It makes me want to buy one of everything. Usually. Continue reading “Saturation Point”