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I have an admission: Summer is not my favorite season. For the rest of the month, while I’m eating sweet corn and peaches like they’re going out of style, I’ll be simultaneously opening my periphery to these first wisps of Fall.
Reflecting on this topic of balm brings me to memories from childhood when I would fall off the jungle gym or take a spill from my bike …
For the last three months, I’ve found myself consistently returning to topics that have to do with the multitude of complex, confronting emotions that so many of us are doing our best to navigate as the world seems to be coming undone at the seams.
A life without intimacy is a life of survival. One marked by swift movements from one thing to the next, no time to stop and smell the roses, fill our cup to overflowing with the presence of others. Without intimacy …
Every year when December rolls around, I start to engage a set of muscles that I don’t use on a daily basis. Energy anatomy designed to cinch me together when a dozen rubber balls are loose in the room and I’m trying to track them all.
As we enter the final countdown to the U.S. presidential election outcome, it’s no surprise that collective feelings of apprehension and exhaustion fill the air. Elevated levels of upset, angst and uncertainty running parallel to the current of everyday life.
In the Northern Hemisphere, we’re gently gliding into Autumn. Even as we grasp for the final, juiciest tomatoes and jumbo-sized ears of sweet corn, seasonal shifts are beginning to show themselves. Changes that beckon, challenge and encourage us to align with the prompts of these wise, perennial cycles.
In the Northern Hemisphere, we’re gently gliding into Autumn. Even as we grasp for the final, juiciest tomatoes and jumbo-sized ears of sweet corn, seasonal shifts are beginning to show themselves. Changes that beckon, challenge and encourage us to align with the prompts of these wise, perennial cycles.
