I’d like to share this letter that was sent to me by a reader:
“Dear Taylor,
I am extremely grateful for yoga, as I’ve found that practicing more frequently has been a tremendous help in teaching me patience, along with accepting, adjusting and acknowledging the recent changes in my life.
Every inhale and exhale I take is truly in celebration of my existence without regrets. I’m finally learning to let go of my suffering mind, years of neglect, abuse and confusion.
“What you choose to focus your mind on is critical because you will become what you think about most of the time.”
~Noel Peebles
You’re getting new ideas all the time.
Of things you want. Of things you don’t want. Of things you love. Of things you don’t. Of places you wanna go. Of what you wanna be. Of who you wanna be. Of who you don’t wanna be. Of who you wanna attract. Of who you don’t wanna attract. Of why you like this. Of why you don’t like that.
As we packed up to leave Europe after spending most of the summer there, I was amazed, once again, at the heaviness of “stuff.”
I’m a light packer. I truly live the quote, “Live light, travel light, spread the light.”
“The best way to have a good idea is to have lots of ideas.”
~Linus Pauling
Have you ever tried Barbara’s Bakery cereals? They’re really good and kids love ‘em.
All the flavors are great, but I’m partial to the Peanut Butter Puffins. Note, however, that you probably won’t be able to pack them for a school snack because of the whole peanut allergy epidemic. Man, I miss the days when I could send my kids off to school with a good old PB&J in their lunchboxes!
“Nothing is worth more than this day.”
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
A fisherman was sitting on the beach. A man in his late 20s, fresh out of Harvard Business School, approached him and asked what he was doing.
The fisherman replied, “I’m resting here on the beach, relaxing.”
The Harvard MBA inquired, “But why don’t you go out and catch more fish to sell?”
The fisherman asked, “Why?”
“The question is not what you look at, but what you see.”
~Henry David Thoreau
I had LASIK surgery 14 years ago. Loved it. There was nothing quite like coming out of it being able to see clearly and beautifully. For awhile.
My vision regressed (it happens to a small percentage of people), so I went back to my eye surgeon. He explained what happened and offered to do it again for half the price.
Now I’m wicked into bargaining and haggling (I love yard sales and street sales and flea markets), but lemme tell ya something, I won’t bargain and haggle when it comes to my eyes.
Six years ago when I was pregnant with our now 5-year-old son Phoenix, I had the best pregnancy ever, as far as my health and the health of my baby were concerned. But Sisters, I was sick as a dog, and I couldn’t sleep to save my life.
I wasn’t anxious. I wasn’t feeling uncomfortable because of my belly. I wasn’t fearful. I was A-W-A-K-E. Every night. All night. For three months straight. For my entire last trimester.
