We are not only what we eat, we are all that we consume. We are so fortunate to have so much information available, but discernment in what we feed our brains is paramount to producing good ideas, and to being open enough to understanding the experiences of others.
So here is where I hope to serve your whole health by delivering quality articles that educate, inspire, and articulate the human condition so we can stay in reality and curiosity. Plus art + beauty + LOLZ.
Here we go.
Learn the basics of Photoshop in under 25 minutes? I don’t have Photoshop, but if I did, I’d be all over this, so I thought I would share. I looked through it and its simplicity is the best I’ve seen. I figured there was at least a few of you who would appreciate having this in you arsenal.
Wild Women Can End the War Machine. This article brought tears to my eyes and fire to my chest. The older I get, and the more I see, the angrier I become. And it doesn’t feel like bottled up frustration as much anymore, as it feels like righteous impetus. Women are so much more than props, tropes, pillow talk presidents, quiet acquiescence, or porn. A world that integrates the power of women, rather than oppressing it, is a world seeking peace. Let us be that. Please.
I have wanted to run away from the moment I could run. Relocation Therapy is my favorite kind, I dream in hotels. The practice of stability and presence is like playing pretend, I get it…. but something different is always calling, new, more anonymous streets, homes, loft, apartment, cabin, view. So shit like this shipping container that transforms into an incredibly beautiful house really knocks me out.
Taking my son out of school to unschool him when he was in crisis will always be one of my proudest parenting moments. But like all parenting moments, also tainted by that nagging feeling that more could have been done. Could I have done something *before* crisis? My baby was losing his hair. The hours lost fighting over homework, the hours lost being called into school by teachers frustrated that they weren’t getting the homework, that later, I would find wadded up under his bed, or in the back of his closet. How I would yell…… And then we had no homework, no school. And he returned to me all bright and, eventually, excited about learning again. He goes to school again, but wouldn’t if it weren’t for the fact that we found a place that knows this to be true: Homework is wrecking our children. And, I would add, our families. Learning is so much more than rote return. Learning skills like healthy relationships, nutrition, and how to manage your free time are, arguably, more important than learning to “show your work” for problems that can be calculated in seconds.
That people teach what they most need to learn, is commonly understood, no? We all know that the house on the street with the worst yard is probably inhabited by people who own a landscaping company, therapists are the craziest, and many doctors smoke, drink, and do drugs… that kind of thing. As a Health Coach (who, of course, has a lustrous history with disastrous health choices) I am eternally trying to seek some kind of balance between doing what I love (writing and helping people find a truly awakened kind of health) and making money doing it, while not killing myself physically and mentally in the process. Read: walk my talk. It’s insanely hard. And that’s just the truth. Positioning myself as a guru hurts my brain. Not positioning myself as a guru hurts my bank account. Yet I’m determined there is a middle ground of enough. So I keep trying, holding dear to the belief that we need each other, and professional relationships with healers and helpers are deeply valuable when they work. But it’s paramount to always be aware of a slick facade. To stay clear on what feels good and makes you feel good about yourself, or what feels vaguely icky and reeks with the scent of “you are not enough the way you are”. I love this essay from a self-professed failed self-help guru, squarely shining the light on what is often the truth behind the curtain in this industry. Be smart. Be aware. Let’s be co-conspirators in wellness, not lemmings, k?
For the love of the color black Scientists have developed a material so dark that you can’t see it. You kind of get lost in it. Swoon. Blackest is the new black, you black lovers.
When you’re accustomed to privilege, equality feels like oppression. The words I just typed are getting ubiquitous, I know. But we aren’t nearly done understanding and re-directing how we (white people) are institutionalized into a racist system (need proof? Trump. duh.) This essay is straight up Fight Club/Restaurant Service/Compassion inspired understanding delivered to you in easily digested story. Please read this one. And please share it. Silence, is deadly. Literally. Using our love-laced voices together = harmony.
Of course, you readers know this, but to validate you, this artwork illustrating the impact of a book.
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