Tag: self care

on stress making (you can make it a part of your life, too)

I’d promised to post a recipe for that whipped body butter on the blog late last week, and I wanted to get that up here before I got too busy and it slipped my mind. I’ve been playing around with a version that eliminates the coconut oil, and I have a butter & oils order en route that I’m looking forward to using in a few experiments, but here’s the basic idea. There’s a lot of room for improvisation here- really, this is more “notes” than a recipe, but I’ve given you the bare bones, and you can play with substituting different elements once you’ve given it a trial run.

on soup and sharing

It seems like a lot of people in my general circle could use a little something that makes a body feel better: everywhere I look, I find someone who is hurting, and while I’m looking for something to do about that there’s no fix for this moment, no putting it all right in the right now.

in which we get greasy

Right, so that title is going to bring me some interesting guests, but I’m not changing it now. Before I even get started telling you how to make a high- test muscle- rub at home, I need to give you a warning: whatever you do, please remember that coconut oil doesn’t stay solid, okay? I mean, it melts in the…

on losing and regaining the thread

    I was at Homespun Yarn Party last month and someone told me I should write here more often. Boof. I agree, though. I should. It’s good practice, it’s good for me, and apparently there’s some value to others in it. I enjoy the conversations that are generated in various spots by some of these posts. And it’s funny: I…

in which I am working on compassion

My left leg is being an idiot again. It had been behaving for a bit there; not perfect, not ideal, but just okay enough that I was feeling hopeful. Today, though. Today I woke up with it feeling heavy, leaden, achy, dull and less- than- responsive. Stupid leg. Idiot leg. I got out of bed and immediately felt a flash…

in which I am done being a judgeypants

I made a daring choice this morning, folks. I wore yoga pants to the studio. SCANDAL, I know. They were a size too large, so they were a bit too loose, but they were yoga pants, sure enough. I almost changed my mind at the last moment, but stuck to my guns and did it anyway. My legs were bothering…

on what I will allow

I’ve been avoiding writing this entry for long enough, I think. So this was the relapse that I don’t come roaring back from, folks. It was inevitable. I’ve been doing my checks, carefully testing my limits, investigating how far I can go, looking for all the indications of disorder, and well, hey: I still love my Solumedrol infusions for pulling…

in which there is possibly too much talk of keelhauling

You guys. YOU GUYS. I can’t even begin to address the enormous outpouring of love and support you’ve been sending my way over the last few days. It’s really amazing. THANK YOU. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH. I have so many comments and emails to respond to, and it’s a little overwhelming, but I needed to tell you how much…