Developing an Instinct

Wow, almost three weeks since my last post. I’ve been busy as usual with work, but I’ve also been putting a lot of focus into keeping up my new healthy habits. I’m working on making it an instinctual thing instead of needing to invest as much energy into putting my health first. The focus has…

Favorite Find #3: Hellerwork

I was first introduced to this type of bodywork when I was watching a TV show (60 Minutes?) and saw the story of a concert pianist who regained the use of his hand through Rolfing. This was after 20 years of only being able to play with one hand! Hellerwork is a technique that branched…

Favorite Find #2: Yoga I Can Do!

Another one of my favorite finds is my Yoga for the Rest of Us DVD. I discovered it on our local PBS channel when I TiVoed the show that gave a preview of it. I realized that after trying many yoga tapes and classes over the years, I had finally found what I had been…

My Favorite Healing Find

I love to recommend The Miracle Ball Method to any one dealing with chronic pain. It is now an essential tool in my personal healing kit and is one of the first things I pull out when I’m in pain or can feel the tension building in my muscles. Ironically, I didn’t really get into…

The Missing History of Kjersti

Do you know your family history? I suddenly found out who I am. I knew a part of it. Ironically the history I have always known was of the family that I was never close to. My father’s side. He had been researching and collecting for a long time. We spent summers in oddly placed…

Indian Bones

I can’t officially claim to be Native American. I have no tribal membership and people see “white” when they look at me. Yet I grew up believing that I had “indian bones” under my white skin. Looking at my father you can see his Native American blood, but he doesn’t have the official proof for…

Violence, Tears, and a Returning

I’ve thought about blogging on the violence in the Middle East… my great sense of sorrow… I just can’t seem to get past this overwhelming sense of futility…. of the cycle continuing… of the endless suffering… endless hate… I just don’t see it being resolved until the conversation moves away from the past… the “who…

Cycling as Spiritual Practice

Watching the Tour de France has become an important ritual that I participate in with my husband every year. When we were first dating I realized how much competitive cycling was a part of his life, and I became determined to discover what it was all about. As I learned to see this world through…

Ode to Topaz

I wrote this on December 11, 2005 after the traumatic loss of our cat. It was the end of a few weeks of thinking we just needed to pay for her thyroid treatment and she’d be OK. But we only had her home for a few hours when much to our horror, she quickly slipped…

Trying Again

Hmmm, well I’m not sure if I haven’t posted because I didn’t want to admit that the whole training thing didn’t work out. Although I’ve noticed that I’m not the only blogger who has failed to consistently post on their blog. Since my last post there have actually been a number of things that I’ve…