Making Sense Of Disconnects In A Connected World

Making Sense of Disconnects In a Connected World

There's a sun in every person - the you we call companion - Rumi My intention for a post before Thanksgiving was to focus on connections – our connection to our Self - each other - the natural world and the physical world.   I had picked a lovely sunrise photo that I had taken on a beach earlier this month.  My “good feeling” sense of connection to the world came undone last Friday afternoon.  I glanced at my Facebook  page…

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Holding My Own

Holding My Own

I rekindled an adolescent love of yoga 5 years ago.  You might not know it to look at me.    As a 60 something post menarche who has lived life fully, I wear my “menopot” with a bit a self-consciousness.  Although I try to tell myself that my belly is  magical or jolly like those of ancient Goddesses and Buddha,  it’s very existence seems to defy my post retirement aspiration of sharing yoga with others.   Even though many different types and…

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Impermanence

Impermanence

Spring arrived in April this year.  Virginia’s spring is usually a bit earlier than the spring of PA and NJ where I spent much of my life.  I relish and welcome the spring flowers as they brighten the transition from cold to warm days.  The sunny smiling daffodils, the billowing white and pink weeping cherry trees and the soon to bloom brightly colored tulips all bring a smile to my face.  Their visit is all too brief.  Ralph Waldo Emerson…

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Chasing the Blues Away

I recently read an article by Bonnie L. Grant entitled “Antidepressant Microbes in Soil:  How dirt makes you happy”.  My mind was instantly flooded with my own gardening memories. My first garden was an act of love taught to me by my Dad.  He missed his bounty from the family farm he knew as a boy in Lancaster County, PA.  So he tilled a plot of land at my grandmother’s  in Springfield, PA.   We soon had a wonderful bounty of…

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Living The Lavender Life

Living the Lavender Life

As mentioned in previous posts, my obsession with lavender stems from my father’s influence when he asked me to use the word to calm him from worrying about places where I ended up as a result of my global business travel.  The word caught on and it became a word that all family members began to use if needless worrying was filling our behavior or thoughts. As I recommitted to studying yoga and after completing a phenomenal 200 hour  Integrative…

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