Lymphatic Drainage: Moving the waters
This week I accomplished a big goal for myself: I became a Certified Manual Lymphatic Drainage Therapist. Ooooh, what's that? Think of your body
Finding my self in the heap
Something is going on. I have felt it for a long time. I finally decided to do something about it, but instead of turning inside
Too Full of a Life?
I don't think there is any such thing. There are lives too full of work. Lives too full of play. Lives too full of random. Lives too planned out. I live a very scheduled existence. Between my children's schedules. Client schedules. Somewhat scheduled due dates. Scheduling time with my beau. Scheduling individual time with my kids. Joint time. Family time. Bath time and bed times. I literally have to schedule
We circle.
I write this to you from a place of raw vulnerability. I am still fresh from the experience and so I write to you. I write to get out of my head. To put it into an existence other than my own. I write to give it energy and life so it may live and breathe on so it stays alive. I give you this experience because my
I do it with my eyes closed.
I haven't been particularly awesome at feeling. Feeling emotions, feeling love for myself, my body, my being. I was reading a few weeks ago, and in this moment of mid-paragraph, these thoughts started to flood my mind, so I picked up my journal and scribbled it all down:: "We continue to seek connection with that we assume is outside of ourselves-Source, Spirit, God, The Universe. We search outside
Step into the Sunshine
"In the depth of the winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer." -Albert Camus Journals. I have tons. I dug them out today. Stacked them up. Flipped through them. sigh. All these beautiful pages I have wasted. They yearn for fulfillment. They want to go on a journey. Feel something
She Surrenders.
She stands tall. Naked and vulnerable. Open to the elements and unforgivably strong to the wind. She bares her imperfections. She realizes now they make up her soul. It wasn't always this way. This knowledge. This trust and faith she has year after year. She remembers the first time she was stripped down. To the bare branches. It was cold and she felt vulnerable and open. Open to criticism of
Your Body is Talking…
Rush to get the kids to school. Did they eat? Pack my lunch. Pack husband's lunch. Is my makeup ok? Do I have matching shoes? Where are my shoes? Do I have time to stop for coffee on the way? Off to work. Looking at the clock all the while. We live most of our lives in our minds these days. To-do lists, worries, doubts, criticisms and
Who Takes Care of You?
To preface this piece, it was written from a massage therapists perspective