and a panoply of childhood images floods your mind: the food, the family gatherings, the beliefs about what needs to happen to make this a successful holiday. But because nothing in the present moment can actually be perfect, you collapse on the bed exhausted and turn to butter cookies with colored sprinkles for comfort. Although […]
that ended this past Sunday. As always, it is stunning when a group of women gather in a room for a week with the intention of unraveling what keeps us stuck and powerless… One of the themes was how fiercely attached we are to our suffering. I know that sounds silly — who wants to […]
There is nothing better than being in a room with you all, face-to-face, and watching the changes that happen. Miraculous. Magical. As always, we began our day with morning Eating Meditations. Here is a little piece of a morning around the plate… Just notice what’s on your plate when you sit down to eat: This […]
of what someone once told me. I wish I could remember who it was, but anyway, what she said was: Everything counts. So often in my life, I’ve thought: “Well, just this once, I’ll do it. And it won’t matter because I’ll do it another way later or tomorrow or next week.” So often, I’ve […]
how back in October 2016 when that first brave woman, Kelly Oxford, asked women to join her on Twitter and tell their truth — the first time they had been sexually assaulted — we were shocked by the outpouring that resulted. Twenty-seven million women responded. READ MORE
with snow, slush and cancellations — but mostly, watching my mind as it reacts to rapidly changing situations and its reactions to them. Now, it looks as if my next event — the evening in New Hampshire might be cancelled due to trains being cancelled.
Last night, I was utterly disappointed that the event here got cancelled. So many friends and family members and retreat students were supposed to come — and of course, my mind had its idea of what that would look like, feel like. And so the disappointment came not only from not seeing everyone and celebrating with them, but from my mind’s idea of what that would be like. Excitement! Good cheer! Love all around! […]
of This Messy Magnificent Life arrived yesterday from the publisher, all wrapped up like a Valentines day present. Hooray! I still haven’t taken off the ribbon because it looks so pretty and it does feel like a gift. […]
(mostly) intact. It was an eventful 31 days filled with ups (Oprah for president!) and downs, but it’s always a useful and enlightening exercise to check in with all of you to see what’s resonated. Here are the top five posts that got you talking and reacting the most from the month of January.
I’ve been recording the audio version of This Messy Magnificent Life. (I still like it. That’s a relief). For those of you who wonder what recording a book looks like, here’s what happens: […]
and I went along as the wife. (I love doing that. Fading into the background. Hardly opening my mouth except to say hello and support him). Well anyway, we landed in Oahu on the day of the nuclear alert. Our plane touched down a few hours after everyone found out it had been a mistake, […]
Floods and mudslides and bomb cyclones and false nuclear alerts. What a time to be alive. What a time to be in relationship to the fear and anxiety of living in and through these times. I wanted to share the first few paragraphs from the introduction to my new book, THIS MESSY MAGNIFICENT LIFE (and […]
(thank you, those of you who have let me know) that someone who calls herself an emotional eating expert is posting aggressively unkind Facebook ads about my work and that they are popping up on your pages. I’m sorry to hear this and would like to take a moment to respond, not to her particularly, […]
A friend was visiting, she crashed into something which crashed into the bowl and then it broke. After wanting to (but deciding that was not a good idea) to blame her for being such a klutz — blame is always my first line of defense and a perfect although ultimately unhelpful way to defuse any feelings of sadness or anger — I just sort of looked at the poor bowl. READ MORE
