Mid-morning weekend drives have become a new ritual for my teenage son and me lately. He's had his driver's permit for a few weeks, and since Florida doesn't require a physical driving component to their training program, he feels pretty timid on the road. My son prefers to drive with me over his other options.Read More
I've been reading through some old journals, something I like to do every year or so to see how far I've come in my healing journey, and came across a gratitude writing meditation. Spending time alone with myself and my thoughts has been a crucial part of my ability to heal. I've never enjoyed the completely silent, watch your thoughts as if they're little popping bubbles of meaningless words, type of meditation. Maybe I'm not there yet. Maybe I never will be. That's okay.Read More
Several years ago I was knee deep in all the different dietary healing protocols—GAPS, Paleo, Autoimmune Paleo (AIP), Vegan, SIBO, FODMAPs, Low Lectin, Elimination, Juice Cleanse. You name it, I’ve tried it! While none of them brought me vibrant health all on their own, a steady journey made up of clean eating, lifestyle modifications, holistic modalities and, most importantly, a daily neuroplasticity practice eventually brought me to the end of the vigilant wellness-seeking road.Read More
No longer operated by the puppeteer who has now put down the control bar, she is able to begin to heal. Her companion uses food as medicine and tries various holistic modalities to bring her back. Some work to an extent, while others seem to do very little. The intent is always the same - mend the strings so that you can be my perfect marionette once again. . .Read More
The story begins many, many years ago, but in the essence of time we’ll jump ahead to a picturesque fall day in small town Georgia. The crispness of the unusually dry, cool air gives her goosebumps, but the warmth of her companions in this moment creates a beautiful balance—a perfect yin and yang of cold and hot, vulnerability and protection. . . .Read More
I’ve been working on several upcoming projects that require very deep inner work. Maybe that’s why I’ve been procrastinating a bit. Sitting alone with yourself and your thoughts and feelings doesn’t seem very appealing. At least the ego would tell you it’s not.
Queue the Netflix binge-worthy shows, summer reading list, umpteenth “healthy” dessert recipe… those toilets need a deep cleaning about now, right?
Listen to my body? Are you kidding me?! How can I not hear the screams of my body's chronic pain or that sand-in-my-veins fatigue or the dizzying haze of the brain fog?! Don't tell me that I don't listen to my body. I can't NOT listen!
That's what I said when someone tried to tell me that I needed to listen to my body 7 years ago. I was doing all the right things--eating well, exercising, raising a healthy family, working a fulfilling part-time job--and feeling great until... I wasn't. This vibrant health was seemingly there one day and completely snatched from me the next.
I attended a talk by a spiritual teacher several years ago that was largely beyond my grasp. My soul or spiritual awareness was in its infancy at that time (who knows, maybe it still is!). What I certainly didn’t realize is how much wisdom is stored within our physical bodies just waiting for us to acknowledge.Read More