Mindful musings on parenting, practice & everything in between
There’s this global movement in the business world called Fuckup Nights that I think is brilliant. Along with being generally hilarious, the stories tend to be quite inspiring. Largely because the people who have the humility to be able to get up in front of a crowd of people and say, “yep, I fucked up.” So how about Fuckup Nights for Parents?
When I was first learning to meditate, I remember feeling so left out of this tiredness thing that the teachers were always speaking about. Now, some 7 years later, I’m a fucking tiredness master.
I didn’t know it would be my last drink at the time. It was a fun night, a spontaneous party…
The trip from Tel Aviv to Sydney was long – 31 hours door-to-door. It’s full-on for an adult, let alone for…
Wow, some days parenting just feels so huge and heavy. Does everyone else feel like this too? Weighed down by the…
My yoga teacher, like most yoga teachers, is always going on about how five minutes of savasana is equal to…
I’ve been trying to write this post all week, about how being a mother has taught me not to be…
This afternoon started out pretty much the same as yesterday afternoon – with whining and tears and ridiculously illogical arguments…
“It’s like he’s got it written on his forehead: FLU. The pink cheeks, the runny eyes, the high fever.” That…
A few weeks ago a dear friend asked me, “So, what’s she like?” I loved the question. I loved that…
