I’m a big fan of movement. But sometimes this moving-to-try-not-to-be-stiff is counter-productive.

“I’m so mad at my body!” my student reported to me on Monday morning. I imagine many of us have felt this way.

What a revelation to be in the city and to See it, Breathe, and not make myself small. To be present in a way I never was in my 20s.

We all wish for change to be a relatively fast, easy and painless process, but real change is slower and slipperier.

The hardest thing for me is the RESISTANCE. Because actually taking the simple steps that would make me feel better is still SO HARD.

A warm-up is a preparation. It may, quite literally, warm one up, but it also gets one in the right frame of mind to do whatever is next.

As if I can control life, death and the unruly world itself by scheduling things right.

Imagine you are a candle. Your head floats up with ease like the flame. Your feet melt into the ground like wax.

What big decision did I ever make without walking? What inspiration ever came to me indoors?

What if the PAUSE is where the good stuff happens? The PAUSE is the place of inspiration, of creativity, of discovering the unexpected.

Isn’t it funny, I thought to myself, that I react to fatigue by doing things that make life harder for myself?

When I stop and really STAY in this moment, I realize the effort I was making to try to be in two places at once.

It's not just learning to stop tensing my shoulders. It's about eschewing a straightforward, well-defined parenting path to stumble down a

I am Inhibiting the habit of uselessly stressing myself out over everything else. Because there will be a season for those things too.

When I take a stand, no matter how small, it feels icky, not because it’s wrong, but because it’s breaking a pattern that needs to change.

You know it’s a bad sign when you can’t remember how to turn off your computer. Evidence of the epic need for my newest undertaking: day OFF

As someone born and raised in the mountains and an Alexander Technique teacher to boot, I'm awarding myself temporary expert status.

On constant overload, it’s easy to see danger everywhere, and to begin to live smaller and smaller and smaller lives.

There is no room for gratitude or change if we never stop.