I was at the tender age of four, when a new doctor thought he’d tell my mother that her sweet, happy little girl had a congenital defect. The way I rotated both my feet inward was not ‘normal’, but, it was treatable. My mother had shuddered at the costly cure: years of night braces and... Continue Reading →
So what am I afraid of? Change. That’s it. That’s all. Maybe the muscle spasm will go away if I don’t do anything. The absence of pain is still change. BUT! What if I actually heal my leg? Oh-oh. Deep down, in my subconscious, do I really want this to happen? I hadn’t thought about... Continue Reading →
“Just show up. That’s all you need to do in order to be good at yoga,” explained Jo. “I can do show up, but don’t expect me to do any headstands or pretzel stands,” I said, waving my arm and sending the empty paper cup flying off the table in the coffee shop. I had... Continue Reading →
It was well past my son’s bedtime and I was still sitting on the side of his bed, book in hand. “What are those?” he asked pointing to the photo. “Those are rapids.” “What’s a rapid?” “It’s the fast-flowing and choppy part of the river.” “Why is it fast-flowing?” “Well because … ” I paused.... Continue Reading →
Eloquently Kate 