Peopleing is exhausting. The introverts reading this will know exactly what I mean by that. The others, who don’t, and are reading that like “huh?” – what is your secret?? I’m jealous of the people who are naturally social creatures, who can be surrounded by people all day and chitchat for hours and still feel…… Continue reading take a lil’ quiet time
Rah rah, love your body! All bodies are good bodies! Your body is perfect just the way it is! It’s a welcome attitude in a society that’s constantly telling us we need to change our bodies in order to love them. Going against all the messages saying your body is the enemy, and actually loving…… Continue reading work in progress? nope, you are a masterpiece.
I’ve got nothin’ but love in my heart. More than just sounding like a floaty line in a lame love song, that’s a statement I’d like to be true in my life. The only thing that deserves to take up space in my heart, is love. Hate, sadness, worry, regret? Nah, no room for that…… Continue reading nothin’ but love
Ah, the Facebook “On This Day” feature. Most days, it’s a reminder of what an embarrassing human I can be – poorly-edited selfies, links to terribly angsty music videos, ridiculous status updates about god knows what. (I always know it’s gonna be cringe-worthy, why do I feel the need to look?!) But this week I…… Continue reading the journey, one year in
When you’re little, just about any kind of sadness can be made better with a good cry and a snuggle from Mom. As you get older though, there are more and more problems that are simply outside her (and your) control. It’s not that Mom’s lost any of her magic, it’s just that life tends…… Continue reading “furiously happy, out of sheer spite”
Admit it – there’s a certain type of joy that comes from seeing another person be just a little bit scared. Not in a mean-spirited way, of course, we’re just talking about short-lived, ultimately harmless fear here. The joy comes from watching someone experience that moment of fear, and move through it. Before you think…… Continue reading fear/comfort zones/magic
I swear, when I left my house this morning, it was damn near chilly out. But by midmorning when I lay on my mat for savasana, the sun was out in full-force and I was a sweaty, happy little yogi in the middle of George Street. For anyone even remotely familiar with St. John’s, there…… Continue reading george street goes zen