I’m sitting here in my office, bathed in the cool light of winter. The winds are howling outside, lifting the powdery snow high in the air. Now and then I swear I see a dancing, white fairy, but she quickly disappears with the next strong gust.
On Friday night, my husband Michael and I had dinner with two friends who are healthcare professionals in private practice. During the meal, I asked how their patients were doing given the stressful political climate.
Am I the only one who gets this upset, I thought to myself as I sat in the car crying? Maybe I’m just too sensitive. Does anyone else fantasize about moving to a cabin in the middle of nowhere, away from cars and roads and anything that might cause harm to wildlife?
I love rituals, especially this time of year. Whether we’re getting together with friends, placing candles in the windows, decorating the tree, or putting holly on the mantle, these activities make the holidays feel festive and special.
Yesterday, after a long walk on a cold, windy day here in Toronto, I did something kind for myself. I was sitting in my hotel room, answering email and finishing up some work, when I looked over at the end of the bed and noticed the sun had cast a pool of light across the comforter.
Yesterday I had the honor of teaching with Dr. Christiane Northrup during a day of self-care and healing for women in Boston, MA. I use the word "honor" because I consider Dr. Northrup to be a brave pioneer in the field of women's health - someone who's been willing to rock the boat, speak the truth, and stand up for what women really need to know to live fully empowered, healthy lives.