There are days when the energy to speak is just too much. But you know what? I think that's okay. Beneficial, even. Active listening is a dwindling art, but I'll admit--even on these quiet days, I'm rarely listening. I'm off in my own world, sorting through the detritus of impossible decisions, the weight of my past,… Continue reading More than enough.
I know it makes everything harder. I know it can make getting out of bed (or going to bed for that matter) a monumental task requiring all of your discipline and deep reserves of strength. This is not depression. It's not anxiety, although it can certainly manifest that way. There's nothing wrong with you. I know.… Continue reading How you bloom.
I almost believe this, and that's a huge thing. Despite my years of study, teaching, and immersion in the world of yoga and meditation, I never thought my anxiety would let me sit still long enough to do anything but check meditation off of my daily to-do list. But recently? Something clicked. Something clicked, and I stumble… Continue reading Your focus.
I don't care about the counterargument. All I know is that enough happens to prove the magical can coexist with the mundane. Enough happens to prove to me that it is demanding our attention. And our action.
Sometimes the intuition fires, and sometimes it doesn't. Like, you're squinting and squinting at a thing, trying to bring it into focus, and eventually have to give up because there ain't no way you're going to see through that fog. There's a path here somewhere, but the fog is so thick that you're convinced that,… Continue reading Arrived.
I don't think I'm alone in thinking that changing the view will change everything. Sometimes it's what we need, the jolt of a culture or landscape shift. And somewhere in the jostle of the journey, our perspective settles and stakes rearrange themselves. Sometimes. But even then, eventually the new becomes routine, and the question--can we hold… Continue reading What moves you?
For those of us more in touch with our logical sides than our emotive ones, life can become increasingly difficult to navigate. If only it were a straight line! How easy it would be to plan, to see the horizon, to catch sight of any obstacles and have time to prepare for them. So when… Continue reading The inevitable leap.
Oh, Petals. You're entitled to feel all of it, and you're invited not to run. I'm not saying it's easy, and I'm definitely not saying it's fun. But this has been, at the risk of massive understatement, an insanely challenging year. And I suspect coming out of it is going to hold its own challenges,… Continue reading An invitation.
If you know me, then you know I love poet Mary Oliver with the entirety of my soul. But. Where I once found her iconic line, "What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" inspiring, I now find it paralyzing. Not her fault, but the pressure I feel from… Continue reading Just for the sake of moving.
You know, there are days I just don't feel like writing these. Days I just don't feel I have anything of importance to say or contribute, days I feel that the majority of my life thus far has been simply an exercise in treading water. And here I am, stuck in the middle of the… Continue reading How straight a path.
Amy Holt 