I call this “The Journal” instead of “The Blog,” because it’s personal.
When we are very hungry, taking only a spoonful of a meal can make us lose our ravenous minds. However, if we know that there is a kitchen full of grandmothers cooking in the old ways, we can be at peace with the pits in our bellies. Because when they are done -- and...
If you don’t “get” Ayurveda, the problem isn't you. It’s that Ayurveda isn’t meant to be gotten. Ayurveda is not like Western medicine. We don't address the heart without looking at the quality of the blood, or treat the mind as if what’s going on in the large...
Life is challenging. And it’s easy to become jaded or cynical in the face of struggle. But cynicism is not your true nature, more like a heavy blanket you wrap around you for protection. But what if you could find peace in a different kind of protection? No matter who...
One of the last birthday parties my daughter attended before the pandemic was a Paw Patrol theme. And because it was a Mexican birthday party, it included a massive table filled with Paw Patrol-themed candy and toys, a Paw Patrol piñata, a blue Paw Patrol cake, and a...
July's Awake in The Nest recording is live! (Available to all Nest members at the Silver level and higher.) This month's teaching is all about your hero's epic tale. Grab a journal and get ready to cheer yourself on. Mark your calendars for next month -- Wednesday,...
One of the most boring things about adults is the way they delegitimize fantasy. If I ask my clients to imagine what they would do if there were no limits or consequences, the newer ones will go completely blank. Or, they take a step into the magical world of make...
There was once a time when I slung sugar for a living. As a professional baker, it was my job to bake 10 pies, three dozen muffins, and a couple of cheesecakes before most people had eaten breakfast. I sweated in tiny kitchens, hauled 50 pound bags of flour up rickety...
I describe my paternal grandfather as an honorable elder in my life. One thing he taught me from a young age was that we learn from our mistakes. Not that it mattered when I broke off the head of the carved onyx knight from his chess set. Or when I neglected to tell...
Is the dirt worse these days or is it that we know too much? When my daughter was 16 months old, I posted a picture on a private online photo album of her drinking from a hose. It was pure and innocent, a refreshing reminder of how I often cooled down on hot days as a...
Karen, we all know her. Or do we? The first time I heard the Karen trope -- you know, the middle-aged white woman who demands to speak with a manager -- was early in the days of the pandemic. It took me nearly a year to be called one myself. The experience let me in...
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