Observing judgments without Judgment (guest post).

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Please to welcome Heather and her musings on judgement, bodies and learning our ourselves. I’m only about one-quarter of the way through my 200-hour yoga teacher training, but almost done with our first one-month “Living Yoga Sadhana” (LYS). Say what? It’s a living meditation of observation without judgment. What are we observing? Well, the way we tend to judge, ourselves and others. The ... Continue Reading

In favor of snap judgements.

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We've talked about the fact I'm working not to be judgmental. I've not walked miles any shoes save my own (I may think I know what theirs feel like---I have no idea). For me, however, judging is different from intuitive living. Passing judgement is not the same as trusting our guts & going with the immediate feedback they provide. It's not the same, to define in its most basic of ... Continue Reading

How much do I charge?

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where the magic happens. The other night the Child had a meltdown of sorts. It wasn't either of our best days, a few misplaced words turned into an explosion of words and only hours later did we both entirely calm down. (Charming, proving canines are indeed smarter than humans, ran downstairs and "hid" on the couch until all was happy again.) Later, as we readied for bed, the Child asked if I ... Continue Reading

Kindness Doesn’t Always Scream (guest post).

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I have always been a very sensitive girl. I can remember being a small child and receiving a free lunches at school. My mother had recently divorced my father-- she was then a 32 year old single mother of three girls with no college degree. She worked as a hostess at a fancy restaurant, and went to school at night, but we struggled-- or I should say, she did. As a child, I was oblivious to our ... Continue Reading

Life is a special occasion.

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Ive recently discovered I'm kind of a hoarder. Not so much of things purchased--but of all things any things which have absolutely *anything* to do with the Child. Things we bought while living together in Guatemala. belt, bag, booties, hat = hoarded. Things she's made for me and subsequently wanted to use/play with herself:  no. you may NOT borrow my cup. I'm uncertain when ... Continue Reading

Fighting over exercise (guest post).

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Please to welcome Charlie and her response to my blog post about judging others. There was another discussion this week about how busy I am, how I get up too early everyday to see Tom, (my boyfriend) and have breakfast with him before work and he wishes this wasn’t the case. I completely understand that he’s annoyed that our morning interaction is me kissing him goodbye on the head in the ... Continue Reading

I don’t believe in writer’s block.

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The other day a friend of ours brought up the notion of bloggers & writer's block. Unaware my life is Groundhog Day she asked, when I touched on a topic similar to one I'd before, if I were blocked: Her comment sparked a few thoughts. First, as I've learned about myself with assertions that aren't correct, I didn't feel defensive. (Ive realized when my initial reaction to ... Continue Reading

How to get your child to gobble healthy foods.

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Lately we (the Royal. the 'social media we') have been chatting a lot about PUFFER FISH. How I've gotten the Child excited about it. Why I don't just puree, sneak & call it a win. Today I'm hanging over at Venus Williams' place and sharing my why. Revealing my getting-the-child-to-consume-healthy-stuffs-happily how. Join me?     Eleven by Venus is, indeed, a ... Continue Reading

I’ve chosen quantity over quality.

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We've established I'm not a foodie. I do, however, have enough foodie-friends to be aware of the debate over quality of food (locally sourced, takes time to prepare) versus quantity of food (I think of this as volume eating). I'm no social media guru, yet I've been pulled into the quality versus quantity debate there by virtue of the nature of my work. Is it better to have quantity of ... Continue Reading

Take What You Need Day!

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It was recently Random Acts of Kindness week at the Child's elementary school. These little gestures are things we've done together since she was tiny. The thing is we've never referred to them as as such. Mitzvahs. Paying our rent. These are the terms we've typically used. As a result, when the child was informed it was R.A.O.K. week, she was ... Continue Reading

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