Suppressing anger can be toxic. Just as resentments are a form of taking poison hoping the subject of your feelings dies – so can repressed anger churn and infect you. What happened was this: someone said something uncaring and unkind to me. The top of my head blew off. Well, it felt like it. I…
Dear Competency, You are no longer my friend. You kept me safe when I was little, you even helped me in my career, you supported me at the head of household when I was a mom. But now I find you are killing me, suffocating my spirit and crushing my ability to connect with others.…
Take part in a series of online presentations and discussions on yoga and recovery. Based in part on the book and workbook – Yogic Tools For Recovery- A Guide For Working The Steps some presentations go deeper into science as well as philosophy. You don’t have to have read the book to benefit from these…
To Have Been A Different Parent Would Mean To Have Different Kids What I was going to write as a short story and why I changed my mind. I have been thinking about the past, some might call it rumination, brooding about how better I could have been as a parent. A LOT. It comes…
I am a recovering addict. First, however, I am a child of addiction, mental illness and generalized family chaos. This primary condition greased the skids for my later attachment to the quality of MORE. (More booze, more lovers, more things, more food… just MORE.) Addressing this underlying issue- growing up in what we used to…
Among other things, addiction is a disease of more. I felt it when I drank – always thinking about the next drink, monitoring the level on the liquor bottle, timing my refill needs to be replenished before the stores closed. There was never too late or too early an hour to contact the dealer- once…
Is four pm a kind of witching hour? Is there some sort of Ayurvedic twist of the clock, a Basal Metabolic shift, a change in the internal tides? I set intentions each day. Some are affirmations of long-term Sankalpa, others are directions I wish to bring to the day. I mean them with a full heart, one-pointed…
First off- it was a dream. My son might think about doing something like this but he wouldn’t. At least I don’t think so. I often cast my son in the role of soothsayer in my dreams. I am not sure why. My daughter and other relations have other roles: my son the pointer of truths.…
Freedomgenesis.com is a website that focuses on yoga, healing, and health. Brad Ormsby, one of the main editors of that resources, generously shared this infographic with us.
My writing muse is on sabbatical. She has left the building, gone on walkabout, however you wish to describe it. I have been writing her unanswered texts, left messages on phone and in Facebook; I even considered a skywritten message but the overcast skies have fortunately spared me that expense. She is simply gone. My…