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Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Letting Our Children Fly

Little did I know on that day she was born, when I was 23 years old, that she would be my greatest teacher.  She would hold me as much as I held her.

In my 20s, she taught me acceptance.  I was a single mom for 15 years.  I was young for that time for having a child.  I did not have any friends with children.  I was still in university.  I had to choose my child over the parties and the traveling and happy hours and the trendy clothes.  And I did so without hesitation.  I accepted my role as mother... as single mother... without trepidation.  It was not without its challenges, but it was pure joy.

Into my 30s, she taught me to lead.  I had a quietly strong girl growing into her teens, and I wanted to demonstrate to her that she was in control of her own life.  So I tried to be a leader for her - a successful woman who was happy and grounded.  But she already knew.  She made decisions for herself.  She was wise and chose her own path.  She was not a follower.  Ever.  She did not choose to dress like others.  She did not choose to do what others did.  She did not listen to only popular music.  She had her own sense of style and magnificence.  She went against the grain if it was right for her... but not just to go against the grain.  There were times it suited her to be with the crowd, and so she did.  She knew how to lead her own life.  And I watched.  And I learned.

In my 40s, she's taught me curiosity.  She's opened my eyes to the world as she shaped herself into a beautiful, kind, caring young woman.  She chooses what is best for the world.  She listens carefully and thoughtfully responds to situations with skill.  With heart.  She questions things before accepting them.  Our sometimes colorful Sunday dinner discussions are always filled with depth and learning.  She shares her knowledge and she shifts her perspectives.  And I've watched this curiosity give her meaning and joy in life and guide her through difficult decisions.  And I try to practice what I see in her.

Now, this grounded, brilliant, creative young woman has flown away.  She's been living in our basement apartment for a couple of years, but now she has really left the nest.  And I have shed a few tears.  Tears of joy because she taught me so much.  Tears of happiness because she is fulfilling one of her dreams.  Tears of love because there is no greater love I have experienced than the love I have for my daughters.  Tears of emptiness because there is a void in my life.  Tears of hope because I hope she will face her challenges with the grace she has shown me every day for over 24 years and continue to live with joy.

As parents, we all have to let them fly.  We do not own our children.  They are on loan.  We are privileged to have the opportunity to influence them for this time.  When I reflect, I realize I always let her fly.  I'm just watching her fly further this time.  And the nest will always be here.

And I realize, too, that it is also my time to fly.

Monday, April 2, 2018

How We Rise

Our lives are full of falls and rises.  As babies, it is how we walk and learn things and just keep on going without much thought.  Fall down, get up, try again.  There is an old Zen proverb that says, "Fall down seven, get up eight."  As we grow older, it is not so easy, though, hey?

The falls are sometimes crashes.  We may break.  And it takes some time to rebound.  We need to heal our bones before we can walk again... we need to heal our spirit before we can feel vibrant again.  And some never rise.

Look at any social media platform and it is filled with quotes about being strong and resilient and getting up when you fall.  When you are down, it is not so easy to do these things.  And, at the same time, it does not have to be so hard.

This past weekend was Easter and as I reminded my 6 year old about the story of Easter, she told me she does not think it is a story - she believes Jesus really did rise from the dead.  Of course, I told her that it is completely ok to believe whatever she feels she wants to believe.  Who am I to say if it is true or false?  And then she said that she heard the story at school and was told it was true.  My heart sank a little.  As much as I want her to believe whatever she wants to believe, I also cringe when I know she's being told what to believe... it's just more conditioning.  And this conditioning is one of the things that makes it so hard to rise later in life when we fall.

There are natural responses to difficulties in life.  We grieve.  We are sad.  We are depressed.  We are angry.  We are lonely.  We are anxious.  And we are told by society to get up... be strong... you can do it.  To me these messages can be well intentioned and even motivating... but they can also cause harm.  They tell us to not be sad or depressed or anxious.  They tell us to get out of the place we are... because it's not a good place.  But who is to say what is a good or bad place?  We have been conditioned to believe that these difficult places are bad.  Yet, they are part of life.  They are natural.  And we are all faced with some form of difficulty.

In my experience, forcing myself out of a so-called bad place to feel or look strong was a bandaid solution.  It may work in some instances when the fall caused a scratch.  But there are other times that we need to be in the sadness, the grief, the depression, the anger, the loneliness, or the anxiety.  Giving ourselves permission to be where we are so that we CAN move through it is liberating.  Rather than pushing ourselves to be somewhere different and then beating ourselves up because we seem to not be able to get there, we can accept where we are and do what we need to do.  When we deny the feelings we have, they don't go away.  When we make the effort and choose to move through something, transformation happens.

We rise through acceptance.  We rise by allowing ourselves to feel.  We rise by allowing it all to pass.  Forcing ourselves out of the 'bad place' just keeps us stuck in it.  We need to move through it in order to get through it.  And we can't move through it without acknowledging we're in it. The so-called negative or bad feelings or situations are not there to ignore.  However, nor are they there to stay in.

Our desire to be somewhere different rather than where we are can be strong enough to hold us where we are.  When we release the desire to be somewhere else or something else, it is easier to move away from the suffering.  It's not necessarily easy... but it's easier than forcing or ignoring or suppressing.

I read this a while back in a tiny little book called 'Now Zen':

"We would rather be ruined than changed,
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die."

I realized I had done that so many times in the past.  I sulked in dread because life had changed or gotten hard and I didn't want it to.   Not unlike the story of Jesus' death, in life, we are faced with crosses - challenges or choices to make, and when we accept them we can rise.  It is our choice and it is empowering to choose.  It does not have to be all dreadful.  In fact, it may not even be a dreadful situation (although, it may be), rather something we simply do not want, and we are causing our own suffering by denying it.  But we do need to go through it and accept it to rise... to find out what is waiting for us on the other side... which may simply be something different, or it may be spectacular.  Either way, it eases the suffering.

"You've seen my descent.  Now watch my rising."
~ Rumi

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Re-defining Love Day

I am on a bit of a hiatus from teaching and blogging.  I am taking this time because I want to practice what I preach.  I am practicing my solo love-in.  There is no protest nor group gathering.  I do not have some profound message or revelation to share.  I'm simply trying to stabilize the love and peace within.  My messages are to myself.  My protests are my own to simply accept me and learn what I stand for. 

Given I'm on a love mission, I thought it was worthwhile to write today, on Valentine's day, and share my thoughts and meanderings.  It doesn't make them right or meaningful... I just felt like writing.

Unlike some others, Valentine's Day has, overall, been a good day in my life.  I received valentine cards as a kid.  I had a boyfriend as a teen (he didn't always give me presents though!).  As a 20-something single woman, I had a child to celebrate this day with, and I kinda made it a big deal for her.  Not with presents, rather, with presence.  In my 30s, I was also usually single, but I began to live in the love world.  I tried to nurture love in all parts of my life.  I knew this day was not about romance or couples or flowers or chocolates... and I got a little resentful of all the commercialism created on this day.  I was single, after all, and all I saw around me was advertising that to be happy you must have chocolate, diamonds, flowers, and a partner to give them to you.  I celebrated love but I really could not stand all the hype around Valentine's Day.  I did not want to subscribe to society's views on relationships or marriage or the idea that a woman had to have a partner in order to be happy.

Then I met my husband.  And he gave me flowers on our first Valentine's Day.  And, surprisingly, I loved them.

I began to shift my views yet again.

It was not the fact that I received flowers that I loved.  With the love I had for him came a softened heart.  I loved celebrating love.  Romantic love is just one of those types of love.  I liked that I was with a man who nourished love in a relationship.  Over the years, we have celebrated Valentine's Day with activities that demonstrate our love and acceptance of each other.  I am all about presence over presents.  But, we also celebrate our love all year long.  Valentine's Day is just like my wedding band... a reminder to notice and acknowledge love and joy and acceptance.

Now, in my 40s, I have a young child again.  And a husband.  And a grown child who lives in the love world even more than me... who recently got engaged!  And a brand new kitty.  How can I not love Love Day?!

I do enjoy Valentine's Day... enough that I skipped my painting class last night to make heart shaped cookies and decorate them with my 6-year old.  Enough that I am writing and sharing a blog today, after a 2 1/2 month lull.

Yes, love is important in this world.  But it goes way beyond having romance in your life.  It goes way beyond having children or pets to love.  After all, everyone does not have these things.  Love is for everyone and extends way past this world and into your Self.

The journey of self love is not an easy one.  It is radical.  It is uncomfortable.  It is unknown for most.  It is not about power.  Or accomplishment.  Or always being happy.  Or even having the life of your dreams.  And it is much more than self care.

Society has fooled us.  Making Valentine's Day about romance and gift giving is no different than making success about accomplishments, the number of trips you take, or what kind of car you drive.  It is no different than making someone worthy of love because of something they have done or been through.  Everyone is worthy of love.  As hard as it is to accept, even those who we believe are evil or bad are worthy of love.

Loving and accepting does not mean there are no consequences, of course.  Nor does it mean we do not stand up for what we believe in.  There is a dance between fighting for something and acceptance.  I am grateful for those who came before me and who are currently fighting for social justice and equality.  I am thankful for those who fought for my freedom.  But if we are to improve the world, we cannot continue the same way of fighting.  We have become angry and resentful and selfish people.  The world will not survive in this way.  The world definitely needs more love.

Us humans are arrogant and self-righteous.  We feel we need to conform to society's facade that we need to be something more in order to be loved.  We feel we need to be right in order to be good enough.  We feel we need to prove that we are somehow better than and have more than others in order to feel worthy.  Yet, we are more stressed and less happy... and we probably spend more money on Valentine's Day!

So, for me, now, Valentine's Day is more about Self Love and Peace in my world.  I baked the heart shaped cookies, I have flowers on my table from my husband because he wanted to bring some beauty into our home, and I am sending chocolates to my nieces and nephews.  These are all simply expressions of our love for each other.  We also played love songs last night and danced and we will share a family meal together this evening and I will spend time today in meditation and reflection... contemplating this blog.... and practicing loving-kindness.

I don't have the answers.  I have no profound words.  All I know is that there is nothing wrong with celebrating love.  We need more of it in the world.  If we all took the time to learn more about self love, maybe valentine's day would not be so commercialized and the chocolate would be more enjoyed.

May you be happy.
May you be healthy.
May you be safe.
May you live with ease.
And may you find joy in whatever Valentine's Day brings.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

My Prana Went Off

I'm exploring the five layers or sheaths known in yoga as Koshas and trying to apply them to my life. For the first couple of weeks, I centered mostly on what is known as the Annamaya Kosha, or the physical sheath... it's a lot about how we nourish our bodies with food and exercise.  But it cannot stand alone.

Our mental state, our energy, our insights, our contentment... it all plays a part.

For the third week, I focused more on the second kosha - Pranamaya.  This is our life force, the energy that holds all the physical form together and makes it work.  Without it, we would not exist physically.

Our physical self care is critical for our wellness.  We all know that eating healthy and moving our bodies is important for our health.  But it goes even deeper.  When I'm feeling low, I know that getting a shower helps raise my energy.  Washing my face helps.  And, I believe dressing up or wearing make-up is not necessarily wearing a mask.  It is self care if it helps raise you rather than hide you. It has an important role to play.  But like anything, if the focus is only on that, or if your identity relies on it, it is unbalanced.

Our Western medical system (and, frankly, our society) focuses on the physical.  But.... when this life force we call prana - our energy of existence - is out of whack, our physical self responds by going out of whack too.  So.... you just can't have one without the other.

Our prana is used as we move through life.  We need to replenish it.  Just like we eat to fuel ourselves.  We don't eat once... we eat regularly to replenish our bodies' needs.  Prana works the same way.

You can replenish your prana in many ways.... and you're probably doing some of this already:
  • sunlight - some yogis believe the sun is the ultimate source of prana
  • fresh whole foods
  • pranayama - breathwork
So, I had a few good days of feeling energetic and well, and my body was not quite so stiff.  And then, I had a day of feeling tired and stiff.  My energy was low.  This day grew into a few days.  I try not to allow these days to spiral out of control now... rather, I notice and do what I think might help shift things.  I started realizing that maybe my prana is out of whack and this was affecting my energy.

The day before I felt like this, I had limited sunshine and I ate kinda not great.  I also did not practice yoga nor pranayama that day, and my meditation was short.

I've decided to start practicing pranayama daily.  Just add it into my yoga and/or meditation routine. Pranayama, or breath control, can help raise or simmer your energy.  I did a couple of Facebook Live demonstrations last week.  You can view them here:

Kapalabhati Pranayama (This video is about 15 minutes and explains a bit about energy in general)
Sitali Pranayama (This video is about 5 minutes)

I'm still on my wellness adventure.  This week I am going on a 3 1/2 day Enlightenment Intensive, where I will be silent and contemplate, meditate, commune with nature, and experience about 40 dyads.  A dyad is two people in turn practicing mindful listening or answering one question for the entire 3 1/2 days - my question is 'Who Am I?'

I will let you know how it goes.  In the meantime, I'll be practicing my pranayama!

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Lentil Burgers Do Life

What kind of title is that?  Lentil Burgers Do Life.  Bear with me.

I have been on a bit of a personal wellness journey for the last.... seven years!  Lol!!  Sweet lord, it's been seven years since I left my job, traveled the world, had a baby, moved back home, got married, started a business, completed yoga teacher, coaching, and mindfulness training (and an HR professional designation), and struggled with my health much of that time.

Tired of 'struggling', I decided to be with whatever was present in a different way.

My husband will tell you it's a process :)

I just read back on a few blog posts and realized some things have changed quite a bit and some things have not.  Mostly, my mind has shifted and I have become much stronger mentally and emotionally.  My body is still pretty much falling apart.  Lol!  That said, I am grateful for what I CAN do and working on it all.

Anyway... I digress....

I decided to really commit to my wellness on a new level and share it with others.  Eeek!

In this decision I needed to be accountable.  But I did not want to join another group that just did not meet my 'holistic in nature' needs.  My needs are mental as much as they are physical. They are emotional and social.  They are spiritual.  I have never really been wholly satisfied with any group except yoga teacher training... which wasn't a 'support' group.  But it certainly served me well.

I decided to start my own group.  Take my destiny into my own hands.  Take control.  Even if nobody joined, I would post in that group about this adventure.  (You can join here: Tina's Journey Through the Koshas.  You can read more about what it's about in my last blog post: I have a Bathing Suit and I'm Going to Wear It.)

This group and my journey itself is humorous.  I find some things hilarious.  You may not.  Lol!  It is all me.  I'm not hiding anything or trying to be a certain way.  It's as authentic as you get.  I have had successes and challenges.  I've expressed them honestly.  The intention is not to give anything any more weight than the other... to proceed as is.... to accept what comes... to observe as it passes. That's not easy.  When my shoulder gave out after a yoga class, I was not happy. When I awoke exhausted one morning, I was frustrated that after all these years, I'm still experiencing fatigue. (*insert swear word*)  I share these things in my group.  And I share how I move through them.  It's not about perfection.  It's about real living.

And it lifts me.  I think it's because I allow it to be there... just like I talk about in my mindfulness & yoga classes.  What we resist persists.  I often resist my un-wellness.  I fight it.  I have fought it.  At times over the last several years, I have accepted it, and used it to fuel action.  But, I'm still learning.

So the group is about accepting where I am and still doing my best to be holistically healthy and well. As much as I need this for me, I do hope others are inspired to radically accept themselves too.

FINALLY I'm going to tell you about the lentil burgers!

The other day, I made lentil burgers as part of my commitment to cook more.  You can find the recipe here: Vegan Lentil Burgers.  This was a new recipe for me... supposed to take 25 minutes.

It took me 2 hours.

Thankfully, my six year old colored and played while I cooked, and messed up, and laughed and finally served lunch at 2:30 p.m.

I was pretty excited to make these burgers.  I had a bit of time.  I had started my day tired but took some actions to increase my energy so felt great.

I am a bit of a Julia Child rather than Martha Stewart in the kitchen.  Sometimes I really do love cooking.  I like the idea of cooking with reckless abandon.  But I have resisted cooking for YEARS. Ever since my oldest was a young child.  I resisted any type of domestication, actually.  I was a successful, educated, corporate woman and awesome single super mom.  I did not want to spend time in the kitchen.  I am woman, hear me roar!

Phew!  I have since shed many of those layers of identity :)  Maybe that's why I'm so exhausted - that's a lot of expectation.  Lol!  And I'm learning how to embrace cooking.... it has not happened quickly.

So... I get the recipe on my iPad and proceed to gather ingredients.  Naturally, I have music playing. For some reason, when I have Pinterest AND Spotify open on my iPad, one or both keep shutting down.  Grrrrr!  So I shut down the music.  And reopen Pinterest.  And proceed to gather the ingredients.

About 10 minutes has passed and I'm not even started.

I notice I have two bags and two bottles of curry.  So in my distraction, I decide to combine them.  Of course, I make a mess.  You know how curry is.

I return to the recipe.  I realize I have to blend some ingredients, but my blender never seems to work so well unless there is liquid.  My Nutri-bullet is better, but similar for recipes with this consistency. So I decide to haul out my food processor!  Yahoo!!  I have had this for only TWO YEARS!  And I have never used it.  My husband purchased it for me as a surprise because I kept saying how I absolutely NEEDED a food processor... two years later......

I get out all of the parts and realize I have no clue how to use it.

I go to You Tube.  Because You Tube has all the answers for everything.  This takes another 15 minutes or more since I have to find the RIGHT video... and I am missing parts and have to look for them.  In the end, I figure it all out.  Yipppeee!

Back to the recipe.... it calls for bread crumbs... I don't want to use bread crumbs so I decide to blend oats instead....

I have to get out yet another appliance.  I end up with oat flour... totally not the same consistency as bread crumbs.  But I use it anyway.

I carry on.... and when I get it all mixed up I'm struggling to get the mixture out of the food processor because the blade is in the way.  

I must have been at this for 3 minutes before I remembered the blade can be removed!

When the burgers were cooked, I used a pita and topped them with alfalfa sprouts, tomatoes, cucumbers, avocado, and mustard sauce.  Voila!  The most delicious lentil burger.  It took only two hours.

I also substituted dates for raisins because I did not have enough raisins in the house.

My oldest said they taste like cookies.

Why is this about life?

Well, there are ups and downs, changes, unexpected challenges, solutions, and lessons.  And I had the choice to laugh through it or struggle through it.  In the end, I got the same result - sweet lentil burgers.

My journey has taught me to become aware of when I'm struggling... when I'm resisting... and ease up on it.  Perceived perfection is overrated.  The sweet life IS perfection.

Monday, July 3, 2017

I Have a Bathing Suit and I'm going to Wear It

This post is not a yoga philosophy lesson... but I want to share a little something first.

According to yoga tradition, we have five sheaths of more and more subtle energy bodies. They are called the koshas.  The five sheaths are:

Annamaya kosha - the physical body that is nourished with food; good health results when cared for

Pranamaya kosha - life force or life energy that has a physical form of air / breath; longevity results when cared for

Manomaya kosha - the mind / thought; understanding and control of this kosha eliminates fear

Vijnanamaya kosha - intellect / knowledge and five sensory organs; when there is awareness here, one frees herself of unhealthy thoughts and actions

Anandamaya kosha - bliss / truth; happiness and joy is experienced when cared for

I am not going to go into yoga philosophy.  I would like to be a little lighter for a while... in more ways than one.

I have decided to go on a kosha journey this summer and share it with you on Facebook: Tina's Journey Through the Koshas Summer 2017! Specifically, I'm focusing on my annamaya kosha - my physical body - but there will be mention of the others.  What the hell am I thinking?  I mean, really, why am I sharing this with you?  I've been failing in this area for about 4 years and 9 months... approximately.

In short.... my body is a mess.  I've tried a lot to un-mess it.  But... I fall down 7 times and get up 8.

I still don't know why I'm sharing it with you.  I'm a sucker for punishment???

Well, maybe I do.  I'm trying something different.  I've tried a lot of things to get back in shape.... I've done a lot of therapeutic things and I've joined groups and challenges.  None of these things have worked long-term to date (although I've had small successes and the people I've met along the way have been awesome).  So here I am.  Sharing all my woes and failures... and successes - sweet lord I hope I have some... with you.  It is probably not going to be pretty, but it will be real.

Part of this journey is to find truth... so this is not a time for covering up, right?  I may succeed.  And I may not.  I'm not making any promises.  But I promise to be honest about my experiences.

Let's begin.

OK... I'm going on a vacation in mid-August.  That gives me seven weeks to my goal.  A goal... I hadn't thought of that before writing.  I'm not sure I even want a goal.  I just want to feel good in my body... and my clothes.  OK.. that's my goal.  Because I will have a lot of photos on this vacation and I want to look at them in years to come and say, "I was pretty damn sexy when I was 47 years old! Not as sexy as 67, but not bad."

Goal - check.

I remember shopping for bikinis for Costa Rica a few years ago and I was like a fish out of water.  I didn't have a clue how to buy one.  I ended up buying six... sort of... I had all these tops and bottoms and some matched.... I ended up wearing only two... mostly under other clothing.  What is it with bikinis?  Hanging on a beach in a bikini is not my thing.  You know those photos that a bunch of people are standing on a beach in their bikinis with the gorgeous ocean behind them and soft sand surrounding their feet?  They all have their arms around each other and you can feel their carefree-ness and they are smiling and they look fabulous no matter what their body shape is and they are confident and sunkissed?  Yeah... that will probably never be me.... unless this little challenge I'm giving myself turns into some sort of lifelong passion.... which likely won't because I'm actually quite a private person... the idea of putting this particular journey out there is incredibly uncomfortable.... which is why it may be a huge success... or a huge flop!

Anyway, this time I need a full bathing suit - one that I don't have to pull up over my cleavage every three seconds.  Because.... I'm going swimming.  Low impact, full body, build your courage kind of activity.  I have never been OK wearing a bathing suit.  I do not take my kids swimming if I have to get in the pool.  This is such a huge deal for me that if all I do this whole summer is to be OK going swimming in a public pool with a bathing suit on, I have just overcome a lifelong fear and I'm ok with that.  Be prepared for crazy posts.  I think.  You may never actually see me in a bathing suit though. That would be a bit too much for seven weeks.

Bathing suit - check.

I'm ready to begin.  I'll be posting on Facebook: Tina's Journey Through the Koshas Summer 2017 to make it easier to follow me and hear your stories. I'm hoping to receive some motivation from you.... and maybe I'll inspire someone to start taking care of their koshas too.

Here goes......

Monday, June 19, 2017

And, now... BREATHE.....

Have you ever felt the weight of the world was on your shoulders but you just had to keep going for a little longer?  Just long enough to get this project finished.... or the event over.... or the kids finished school.... or... or... or.... And THEN you can relax.

Does it ever really end, though?  I mean, there is always something to be done.  At work.  With our kids.  In our lives.  In our businesses.  It doesn't end until it ends.

I have had a few months of 'busy'.  I try not to use that word and use the word 'full' instead.  It has a more positive perspective to me.  However, I have felt busy.  I am happy that I have a full business and life.  Yet, I have recently been saying... I'll slow down and be able to do *whatever* after May 28th - after my retreat was over.... then it became June 8th - after a big meeting I had planned... and then the date changed to the following week - after some other meetings and workshops.... and then it became after this weekend - after my daughter's birthday party... and now it's at the end of this week - when school is out.

But it isn't then.  I am not going to slow down to breathe at the end of something.  I am in business.  I am in life.  I am all in.

So I am breathing now.... I'm not waiting.

We put things off, don't we?  I know I do.  But taking moments to breathe, to slow down and smell the roses, so to speak, is essential.  Essential to our mental well-being.  Essential to our physical wellness.  Essential to our relationships.  Essential to our productivity.

This morning, as I walked my daughter to her school, almost late again (I've been getting later and later over the past couple of weeks), I did not rush her.  I told her to smell the grass.  To feel the warm air.  And then I told her that if she feels frustrated or sad throughout the day, she can remember that moment.  She was no later for school than if we were rushing and she was resisting - and we both felt better.

Don't wait to breathe.  Don't wait to take a moment with your child.  Don't wait to sit with your employee and ask what they need.  Don't wait to smell the summer air.  Breathe.  Now.  Yeah... Right now.  Pause.... then come back.

Remind yourself that THIS is your life.  Whatever is happening is part of it.  You can allow it or block it.  When you allow it, it flows.  When you block it or resist it, the pressure rises.  It is like a river.  The river flows over the rocks and plants and hills.  However, if a dam is built, the water will rise, and eventually, it will overflow if the dam is not removed.

Do not put up the dam... and if there is already one up, start tearing it down.  Allow each experience to be part of your life.  Breathe, take it in, absorb it, listen, allow it to flow... don't wait to breathe.... to take it in.... be part of what is in front of you.

This is not about escaping your life or your work.  This is about being fully present for it.