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Lost and Found.

My dear husband puts up with a lot of “crap” from me. I’m sure one of his pet peeves is this fun game I like to call: “If I were my ________, where would I be?” (Thanks to my friend Laina for inventing this game.) If I were my keys, where would I be? If I were my cell phone, where would I be? If I were my sanity and sense, where would I be? (Unlike my keys, which usually hang in the door, I’ve yet to consistently find these.) My game of hide and seek, lost and found popped Read More

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Balance

This week in yoga, I had a moment of clarity. While twisting and I won’t lie–straining–into Ardha Chandrasana–Half Moon Pose–listening and adjusting according to the cues of the guide, this thought popped into my head: breathing is balance. Breathing is the very epitome of balance. It is this innate and graceful dance between the paradoxes of in and out, take and give, inhale and exhale, use and release, mine and yours. It is a force of oppositions in harmony. It is the presence of both the nutrients and toxins, preservation and decay. In every breath–albeit conscious or inherent–there is an embrace of Read More

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Play

With the snow, ice, and illness hovering around these parts, we have not been able to run as much as we’d like/should. Especially considering that this is our base-building time and next week we up the mileage. Ugh oh. Needless to say, today’s run was rough. So what’d we do about that? Well…we played. We stopped to enjoy the scenery of this gorgeous and mild winter day. We stopped to hear the bubble of a brook beneath its frozen topcoat. And we delighted in the childlike delight of our dog, frolicking freely.

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Joy

My heart has been so heavy since the passing of my Mom. I’m sure it doesn’t look like that at work. At work, I can be productive. I can be busy. I can hide my soul. I can…be distracted. But at home, in the stillness, I am haunted by ghosts of tears and fears and mirrors. One of the ways I have been trying to collect myself through this time of falling to pieces has been medical avenues. I am going to therapy to work through my mental chains which often imprison. I am taking anti-anxiety medication to fight the Read More

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Scissors and Saints: The Story of My In-Laws

In-laws. The phrase, a common topic of pop culture, sends shivers down many people’s spines: For the first time ever I was taking the family on the road. We stayed with my in-laws, which on life’s list of experiences ranks right below sitting in a tub full of scissors. (Jeff Foxworthy) I feel so fortunate to be blessed with in-laws that rank high as compared to Foxworthy’s joke. Since falling in love with Dave, I have found an additional family in which to give and receive love. They will never replace my parents…but the beauty lies in the fact that Read More