It’s A Match!

I was recently doing an online training by Judith Matz (she’s good - if you treat eating issues, she’s one to check out), and she kept using a simple little phrase that I just loved. When describing the process of attuned eating, she introduced the concept of the Good Match. To illustrate: A person checks … Continue reading It’s A Match!

Tiny Beautiful Things.

It is nearing mid-May, which seems bizarre, since I think it was just March five minutes ago. Time feels different in the time of coronavirus; days blend together in a way and fall on top of one another rather quickly, though I’ve heard that for some individuals that are caretakers, the time feels drawn out … Continue reading Tiny Beautiful Things.

Self-Care versus Life-Care (or, how to talk about caring for the self in a way that’s actually meaningful)

I was at lunch with a group of friends the other day when I announced that I’m over the whole notion of self-care. It is no longer interesting to me, and I think it's a rather poor promoter of true health and wellness. Stay with me, here.  Self-care has been reduced to clickbait. It’s a … Continue reading Self-Care versus Life-Care (or, how to talk about caring for the self in a way that’s actually meaningful)

Trying to do my part

It’s raining this morning. There is no need for rain here in Keene, New Hampshire. There is snow here, and there is ice; there is wet stuff on everything. I’m thinking about Australia, and the uncontainable blazes, and the animals, and the people, and I’m so, so sad that I cannot displace today’s rain from … Continue reading Trying to do my part

Considering Intention on a Quiet Winter Morning

The holidays are finally over, and I'm so relieved. New Year's Day is consolation after the cacophany of noise that is the holiday season. This New Year's morning is particularly still - there's a considerable blanket of snow outside my New Hampshire living room window, there's some (blessed) sun coming through the trees. The sky … Continue reading Considering Intention on a Quiet Winter Morning