Tag: yoga

Twinkies for Everyone!

We’re in charge of bringing Thanksgiving dessert to my sister-in-law’s this year–and I’m considering indulging a childhood fantasy: Bringing boxes and boxes and piles and piles of Twinkies. Cause, you know, this is it. The last time we can enjoy a good Twinkie. This “last time ever” thing– it really grabs our attention, doesn’t it? Read More …

Making It Last…

I’ve been having this conversation with myself and with some of you over the past few weeks–how to take the amazing feelings we get on vacation and bring them into our “regular” lives. You know, the calm, the freedom, the happiness, the peace of mind, the lower stress. Many of us go on vacation, have Read More …

Love Yourself!

Who hasn’t heard, “Love your neighbor as you love yourself” ? But if we stopped and thought about it, how many of us really love ourselves well? Perhaps, the truly radical suggestion, the one that would actually pull us out of this struggle, is to love OURSELVES as we love our neighbors/ friends/ children/ partners/ Read More …

RESOLUTION REVOLUTION

Make any resolutions this year? Don’t worry, I’m not advocating that you do, and I’m also not suggesting you join the backlash anti-resolution movement either. I’m considering something that sets the whole resolution thingee slightly on its head. It doesn’t matter whether you succeed or fail at attaining your resolutions this year. That goes for Read More …

Sometimes Crazy Wins….

Can you feel that darkness closing in on us? These last few days before the winter solstice can affect each of us in relatively predictable patterns, can’t it? Some of us feel a hum of anxiety running through us, jumping from activity to activity-shopping, partying, eating, decorating, eating, shopping, worrying, eating. And others of us Read More …

The Yogi Who Forgot To Breathe

Is Anybody Out There Breathing? Well, not me. Sure, I’m breathing on my mat. Like a banchee. Darth Vader’s sister couldn’t do a better job: smooth, loud, continuous. But, off the mat: as shallow as Paris Hilton. My breath just skims the surface, keeping me alive, but not really filling me with life force, chi, Read More …

Hung up…

So, about an hour into our trip, I realize that my phone, my lifeline to the outer world, has been left behind, charging in my mother’s kitchen. My mother, who lives in NJ and here I am, speeding down the highway, away from my contact lists, my internet in my pocket, my calls, and of Read More …