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Here in Maine, January is pretty well guaranteed to be cold and dark. The elements can be harsh. Yet a fresh blanket of snow and blue sky day can invigorate the senses. January in Maine makes me appreciate the things that can be taken for granted. A warm house, a short commute, local farm fresh food even in this climate. And a chance to shift the focus. Short days and cold nights invite indoor projects and INWARD projects. It can be a time to check in with yourself, assess your current situation, make a plan to shift or adjust that which may not be working. And to accentuate all that is! Earlier this month, I celebrated a birthday. 46. Not a milestone year, but still worthy of reflection and assessment. And taking the yearly inventory to help set a few intentions. Creative Self Expression. They are the words that pique […]Read More
~2019~ Clear and reflective. Personal. Change in focus. Crisp. Shadowy. Closing on an interesting note. Moving between years. The light shifts the perception. As the eclipses highlight this. Marveling at the gorgeous winter moon. I have yet to take some time to fully reflect on the closing of 2018. To really see how much has changed. Because last year at this time was so completely different. The contents of a filled-out day timer holds such a story! Assessing decisions that had been made. Watching ideas come to life as the pages of the calendar turn. And accepting defeat, both gracefully and not. 2018 had a bit of a turbulent feel. Like riding the rapids. I am always hopeful that a new year brings a new energy, theme and vibe. And I am rooting hard for 2019 to bring a clean slate. 2018 seemed to offer a lot of situations that […]Read More
The first snowfall. And Mother Nature wasn’t messing around with a little flurry foreshadowing. No pre-game show. Just, boom! Winter. The cyclical nature of the seasons is such a pointed metaphor of how Life is on repeat. The way we move in and out of timeframes and storylines. The sameness of the repetition can be mundanely comforting. It is always so curious, the patterns. The similar situations we are presented with. The new, but ‘familiar’ people we meet. The repeated lessons we are given until we get it right… We do it again and again, looking to further succeed the next time around. Yet, sometimes uncertain when the flavor can be tainted from past missteps. How do we access different information when we can easily be pulled back down into a mindset of second guessing, failure or impasse? When Life gives us a re-do, how do we do without regression? Reiterate, without the RE. When we […]Read More
The bright golds and yellows this time of year, still shine through the already bare tree limbs. We know where this is headed. Ready or not! I find I brace a little as the anticipatory anxiety starts to chatter. The sun fades early, the chill in the air. The need to ‘prepare’. It’s that underlying sense of approaching change that makes me hold my breath a bit. For me, this is LEARNED behavior. For whatever reason, throughout my adult life, this time of year has thrown me some hefty curve balls. Major adjustments and life altering incidents seem to peak along with the leaves. The course corrections that I’ve made as the leaves fall and the pumpkins frost, reminds me there is something bigger than myself at play. When Life picks you up and re-routes you, it can be so disorienting. The trajectory changes. The surroundings may be different. This […]Read More
Let’s get this going on! Shall we? This feels like a big, phat FINALLY!! This week marks the 3 year anniversary of the StillPoint Yurt. That little round tent has been so good to us, hasn’t it? There have been so many powerful shifts, personal growth and releases. Plenty of laughs and cries. Epiphanies. Clarity. Straight up pain. Physical chaos. Crippling loss. Barriers shattered. Minds opened. Body freedom. Time warps. Even some time travel. Space held. Ah-ha moments. And endless mutual appreciation. The Yurt has also given life to Group Therapy. The small-group classes where we explore self-care as it relates to all things Fascia. On the outside, Group Therapy looks like time spent on a mat with foam rollers and balls, utilized by a small group of people and facilitated by yours truly. Basically, yes. But that is without factoring in the magic that happens. And the magic does […]Read More
“Welcome Back!” That is exactly what I said to myself as I sat down to write this email. Which seems like a sure sign of having spent the summer months relatively unplugged. I also received a similar response from myself as I got on my mat with the foam roller the other day… “Hey stranger”, as my body sighed, in need of a nice long stretch session. We all know what’s coming. No need to state the obvious here. The quick burst of Maine summer is, well, moving quickly. And we begin to pivot. Using these last few weeks of summer as a hinge on which an inevitable transition begins. Our bodies feel this. The felt sense anticipation of seasons change. It may trigger tissue memory, habits or patterns. For some, there may even be a visceral response within their system as summer begins her descent. Take a moment to […]Read More
Last summer while my mom was visiting, we went to the Botanical Gardens in Boothbay. Beauty explosion! Flowers forever and gardens galore. While we were soaking in all the colors of nature, I said to my mom, “If I ever get to a stage in my life where I have time to grow flowers, I know I’ve made it.” I said this coming from a place where so many other things seem to take precedence. Like, flowers? Really? Who’s got time for that? I heard myself say this to my mom in a way that stuck with me. Like growing flowers is a measuring stick in my relationship with time. It somehow signifies a balance. And it definitely invites me to be a willing participant in this relationship with time and make of it what I wish. Because if I didn’t ‘claim’ my time, something else would. Interestingly enough, there […]Read More
Bike rides and snow banks. Ice cleats or muck boots? Mud season in Maine… Mother Nature’s ‘Space Between’. Every time I’m outside these days, Dave Matthews Band immediately comes on the internal soundtrack. And although Dave is singing about the ‘space between’ as it relates to matters of the heart, it is worthy to consider the Space Between as the subtle place that may be vying for some attention. In our external environment, the Space Between can feel like transition or change. That awkward and uncomfortable blend of closure while moving toward an unfamiliar new phase of life. Where neither the old or the new quite supersede the other. It is the merger, intersection and shared common parameters of the two that define this Space Between. (for some reason, TEENAGER keeps coming to mind). Internally, the Space Between has been making headlines. Apparently, earlier this week, ‘a newly discovered human […]Read More
Lent was a big to-do as a kid, as I was raised Catholic. I was asked to give up something I really liked as a symbol of sacrifice, during the 40 days between Ash Wednesday and Easter. Candy, ice cream, pizza. Or peanut M&M’s when I felt really ambitious. In my college days, I up’d the ante with myself and gave up stronger ‘recreational’ habits for 40 days. Not because I was feeling particularly saintly, but because I liked the challenge. (Sadly, yes, giving up certain party favors was a challenge… don’t judge). The idea of commitment and challenge as it relates to Self has always been appealing. It feeds an internal drive. I find it satisfying to reach a certain level of accomplishment- even if no one else is watching. Perhaps it was my Catholic education that instilled this policing of my own actions and holding myself accountable… for […]Read More