This one comes from one of my favourite bloggers and my own personal yogi. It pains me that she had this experience and yet I find her willingnes to share this not only brave, but kind as well. It is important that we walk a mile in another’s shoes sometimes, because only then do we truly know.
Having read Emma’s review and heard so many positives about this place from others, I have decided to give the True Self Centre of Being a try. You know how it is – I want to shake things up a bit, or in this case calm things down some. I’ve checked out their roster and their classes are not only affordable, but they sound pretty interesting and have gotten rave reviews. Now, this is all part of a personal wellness journey I started a few weeks ago. As some of you will know I turn 35 in September, and over the last decade I have gained about 40 dress sizes. Well let’s just say I am no longer a size 4-6 which, was a perfectly acceptable size, for my height. At first the weight came on slowly, but after 10 years it adds up. Read the rest of this entry »
Mile 1220.5 to mile 1251.5 (plus .5 to water)
The mosquitoes arrive just before bed- big fat swarms of them, bumping up against our faces, whining like little single engine planes. I pull my mosquito headnet over my face and try to sleep- the mesh on my shelter is busted and I’m going to send it into zpacks for repair (thanks, zpacks!) but I haven’t gotten around to doing it, yet. The mesh headnet falls against my face and I can see the bugs, bumping up against it. Their whining grows louder and louder. And it’s hot in here! It’s hot tonight, and I’m all the way in my sleeping bag. How am I ever going to sleep?
Later after the stars come out the mosquitoes go to sleep, and so do I. I tear the mesh off my face, breathe the good night air, and…
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It’s been a while since I posted anything, but as I’ve been totally absorbed by the last Imagine Dragons album – Night Vision – I’ve decided to share one of my favourites here. After all, no one who follows me can claim they didn’t know how much I love music. Today, I feel on top of the world!
I have always loved fairy tales, but I read King Thrush-Beard recently and found it absolutely revolting. I don’t argue that the princess was a heroine, but I am dumbfounded by this notion that women need to be saved from themselves – and their every abhorrent vice. With the exception of Beauty and the Beast, this story really has no correlation in the fairy tale world. The Beast had the luxury of finding true love with someone who could see his true beauty. Yet, over and over this trope of the defiant shrew, who must be humiliated and broken out of her willfulness, is seen throughout literature. No, she doesn’t get to be loved despite her many flaws, instead she must be broken and reforged.
Beyond the Dreamline gives an even more detailed analysis below.
It begins with a king who, having a beautiful daughter of marriageable age, is attempting to nag her into choosing a husband.He chooses the speed dating method…
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