I have a confession to make. I don’t always meditate every day, even though I tell everyone they should.
What happens to me is what happens to most of us. We have every intention to stop, to sit still for brief time, to just be. But life gets going, we get revved up, and the day slips by before we know it. We smack our foreheads on the way to bed and say “Oops, I forgot to meditate today!”
I wrote a book about learning to meditate, and, for the most part, I practice what I preach. I do this not to be goody-two shoes perfect, but because I really do understand how …
As part of my research on health and fitness, I kept seeing all the articles about the impact of sitting all day. The headline that really got my attention was “Sitting is the new smoking.”
When I’m creating my on-line courses, I get into a mode of such intense concentration that I don’t even realize how long I’ve been sitting. I’d tried setting alarms to remind myself to get up and move, but even if I did get up I was so mentally involved that I really wanted to get back to the keyboard.
What if . . . I could stand up and continue working?
This seemed like a great idea, so after some research I decided to get …
I was watching a video in which Rick Hansen, neuropsychologist and author of the books Buddha’s Brain and One Good Thing, explained to me that it wasn’t my fault that I seemed to focus much more on negative thoughts than positive ones.
It turns out that the ancient part of our brains has a negativity bias, just like the antelopes in the African savannah. When your life depends upon being focused and aware of danger, you tend to remember scary stuff. You store it so that if anything comes up that feels threatening, you can immediately access that big group of neurons and get yourself ready to …
I’ve started a formal meditation practice again after a long absence, and it is both humbling and illuminating at the same time. I’m starting small — just 20 minutes. It seems like an eternity.
How did I let my practice get away from me? And why have I waited so long to begin again?
Ah, begin again, there’s the rub. After all, I am a long-time meditator. I even wrote a book about it. Why am I here sitting with my legs hurting, starting over?
It’s a long story, not one for the telling right now. The point is, I am back on my cushion and today I watched my mind frantically grasp one thought after …
In my poet’s mind, human beings are a reflection of planet earth. Seventy percent of our planet is covered by water, and somewhere between 60-75 percent of the composition of our own physical bodies is water. Just as our planet needs to be constantly replenished with clean, fresh water in order to thrive, so indeed do we.
You probably know that the trillions of cells in our bodies contain and bathe in water, but did you ever picture what this looks like? As a writer, I think in metaphors, often understanding something complex in a flash of intuition from seeing a picture. So when I began musing about how to create a way to help you truly understand the importance of water for your body, I began browsing Google images for ideas.
I’m getting the final pieces completed so I can start the Beta Test for my guided learning course about how to create a personal fitness lifestyle. The process I’ve developed is beautifully simple, but I got lost in the land of More when I began writing the Sales Page.
First I wrote a Simple page, but then I looked at other people’s Sales Pages that offered more information, more benefits, more, more, more. And my simple little page didn’t look so good to me. So I started beefing it up, expanding the benefits, talking more about pains and dreams, adding bonuses, telling them what would come after the course. It …
I’ll never forget the day I really got, at a visceral level, that there was no possible way I could ever truly see the world through someone else’s eyes.
It wasn’t about our level of vision. It wasn’t about needing different glasses. It was because we each create our own reality, and there was no way I could truly and deeply and completely comprehend the world my partner Greg creates. Nor could he comprehend mine.
Then a few days ago I saw some pictures showing us what cats see. Go take a look and come back here after you’ve browsed the pictures.
A giraffe riddle meme on Facebook captured the attention of the news – USA Today, CNN, Huff Post, Chicago Tribune, TIME, TODAY, ABC, among other, and became an interesting phenomenon.
Those of us who got the riddle wrong and put a picture of a giraffe in our profile had fun hanging out, laughing about how good it felt to be part of this odd club. Some of those who got the riddle right were even saying they wished they had gotten it wrong so they could be part of the group.
So what gives? My theory is that in these times of so much bad news, being part of something fun felt really good. It was …
I’ve never been one to make a big deal about special occasions like holidays, anniversaries, or birthdays.
My own birthday became even more of a non-event on September 11, 2001, the morning I was called by one of my trainers while I was driving to Kinko’s. He was at LAX waiting for his plane to Chicago. I was on my way to the office in Ventura looking forward to the traditional birthday cupcakes. And then the world as we knew it changed forever.
After that, I avoided any sort of celebration of my birthday. Until now.
This year, I’m so pleased with the progress I’ve made in getting fit …