As human beings, we all want to better ourselves. Now, how that betterment translates for you will be different than what it means for your child, neighbor, colleague, partner, friends, etc.
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Of course, though our journeys may be different, there are universal themes that remain the same: We, as human beings, cherish and strive for many of the same outcomes i.e. love, acceptance, connection, happiness and a sense of meaning and purpose.Ā
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In order to achieve these outcomes, we have to be vulnerable and open ourselves up to new experiences. To this end, I took on a new challenge: I participated in a 20-day salsa āwarm-up musicality marathonĀ "Ā in November 2022. While this was a team challenge, the focus was on solo freestyle dancing. Spoiler alert: My team won the challenge!Ā
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My goals were to embody musicality and become a more improvisational and creative dancer. I aspired to move my body like a musical instrument, to better connect ...
Do you talk tango or speak salsa? If not, you neednāt worry: people donāt have to speak a foreign language nor be a professional dancer to enjoy the many spiritual, physical, and mental benefits of dance.Ā
If you follow me and my journey as a mother, academic, professional coach, and dance enthusiast, youāll know that dancing is in my blood.
As such, this past November, I joined a 20-day international salsa challenge! No, we werenāt meeting in Cuba. We all meet and danced online. Yup, online and the energy was infectious! There were 250 salsa dancers competing from all over the world! And, these competitors embodied a range of ages and skills ā from beginner to super advanced.
TRAINING & STRUCTURE
How did it work? Well, there were 10 teams with approximately 25 dancers per team. On my team, there were 8 local (D.C. area) dancers. The remainder of the teams were from overseas.
Each day, during the 20-day challenge, the eastern Eur...
This year, my birthday was a special one.
First of all, my college-aged son āsurprisedā me with a visit (well unlike last yearās āsurprise visitā, my son couldnāt hold in his intended surprise visit and told me in advance).Ā
And, I adopted a new Golden Retriever puppy whom I named Charli. Charli came home with me at 10 weeks old on my birthday.
Charli is now my third Golden. The pattern illustrates that I wait six months between each of my dogs (Barney, Benji and now Charli) - from the last oneās passing to their adoption/homecoming of the newest pup.Ā You may remember that my beloved Benji passed away in February.
It has been a whirlwind of adjustments for me ā from a ābacheloretteā lifestyle of late night salsa dancing and finally being able to enjoy solitude and freedom with no kids around (my two young adult children were away all summer), no responsibilities, and a new lease on life since my separation.Ā
ā¦to a lifestyle thatās akin to ...
I just returned from a 12-day trip to Vancouver, but I came home three days early.
I went because I desperately needed a change of scenery. I needed to escape my empty, dog-less house ā it just didnāt feel right withoutĀ my sweet Benji, who passed away several weeks ago.
But trips to Vancouver are never vacations for me. I go there to visit family and friends. This trip, I spent most of my time visiting my mom, who has dementia and lives in a nursing home.
Last Friday night, I was with her and the other residents congregating in the main social area. I know many of them by name from visiting over the years. As a trained gerontologist, Iām very aware that while their mental and physical health are on the decline, these people want to be cared for, recognized and loved.
I enjoyed connecting and chatting with them. Some couldnāt speak much, so we played charades. Others were lucid enough to carry on a conversation, and some talked to me about their pasts. So often with dementia, peop
...Last week, I shared some difficult things that Iām dealing with right now. My beloved dog Benji is very illĀ and nearing the end of his life, and itās been brutal. Iāll be honest with you: Some days, I can barely get out of bed.
But I am determined to find a path to heal, a way to help myself while living in this awful limbo, enjoying my time with Benji while also coming to terms with his upcoming death. We donāt know how long he will be with us, or how long Iām going to feel this excruciating pain of impending loss.
Hereās what is helping me get through the days:
ā¢ Good grooming: I make a point to shower and get dressed instead of staying in my cozy PJs. I also style my hair and apply some make-up. I need to look and feel somewhat put-together, so I can look in the mirror and see something other than my own sad eyes staring back at me.
ā¢ Journaling: Iāve resurrected the fine art of journaling and mind mapping. I have a copy of The Five Minute Journal, a place to jot down things ...
Thereās a saying: When the dog dies and the kids leave home, thatās when life begins.
I never imagined that, but for me, itās going something like this: When the dog is ready to die, the kids and the husband leave home, I have no clue how my life is supposed to be beginning.
Iām a wellness warrior, a self-care expert about to launch a life coaching business in 2022 so I can help people live a more abundant life full of meaning, purpose and joy.
And yet, Iām embarrassed to admit that I am ā¦ just stuck.
Donāt get me wrong ā Iām doing everything ārightā: I practice yoga and dance several times a week. I sing in a virtual choir. I meditate and power-walk daily. I get regular acupuncture, Reiki and therapy.
But if Iām being raw, authentic and honest with myself ā and with you ā the cold weather, COVID culture and way too much personal crap, Iām just feeling like everyone else these days. Iām floundering.
I was supposed to go on vacation to Puerto Rico with my son earlier this month,...
As Carrie in Sex And The City would say, āAnd just like thatā¦ My world was turned upside down.ā
You see, every parentās worst nightmare is to receive āthat call.ā Unfortunately, in December I was the recipient of āthat callā which came from my 22-year-old daughter Samantha who was on her way to work. She was crying while telling me that she was in a car accident which was just around the corner from our house.Ā
I raced over to the accident site ā there were fire trucks and police cars everywhere. The entire street was blocked off, leaving a pile-up of cars and school buses en route to work, home, and school.Ā
Samanthaās car was turned upside down and totaled. I mean totaled.Ā
I found my daughter in the ambulanceā¦ Seated and talking with the paramedics.
No injuries. No pain. No bruises. Nothing. Surreal. Thank God for the seatbelt and airbag. A miracle. I feel that God was watching over Samantha.Ā
Apparently Linda Carter (the original Wonder Woman) once lived in my neighborhood....
After a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with my two kids and close friends, I returned home feeling full, yet empty.
This was my first U.S. Thanksgiving since I became a U.S. citizen in December 2020, and my second family Thanksgiving without my husband.
Just as I was about to cry myself to sleep after narrowly avoiding an anxiety attack by deep breathing, I pulled out something unexpected from my Emotional Emergency Tool Kit:
Singing.
Thatās right, singing! Donāt get too excited ā Iām no Adele. Historically, the only singing I did was in the shower.
But this time, I leaned into the inner artist Iāve been developing. As Iāve written about recently, Iāve created space in my life to explore my creative, expressive side through dance. Iām always drawn to aĀ danceĀ that represents exactly what Iām working on within myself and how I connect with others.
Recently, Iāve been most inspired by Julia Cameronās best-selling book,Ā The Artistās Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity. Her wo
...Last weekend, I attended my first Sound Meditation workshop at my local yoga studio.
For 90 minutes, we lay on our backs with a bolster under our knees, listening to a range of sounds originating from Himalayan and crystal bowls, gongs, rain sticks and chimes.
This workshop took the āwooā out of āwoo wooā, and I was incredibly moved by this participatory experience. Here, in a place of stillness, one becomes open and aware of the surrounding sounds while feeling energy and vibrations moving through the meridians of our bodies.
Sound is a powerful tool for healing sleep disorders, anxiety, depression, stress, PTSD or pain.
It induces relaxation while releasing mental blocks, stagnations and emotions. Itās a helpful tool to access the bodyās energy centers.
Most importantly, sound meditation is all about being present and whole, allowing yourself to feel the vibrations through your body, along with a range of emotions and experiences.
I discovered which sounds light me up and b...
Last week, I shared some thoughts about what I had learned after my father passed away.Ā While in Vancouver recently visiting my fatherās grave, I thought about how generous my dad was with his time, his presence, his undivided attention and his energy.
I got to thinking: Throughout this pandemic, our work and home lives have merged. We werenāt just working from home ā we were working longer hours. Always on call to hop on a Zoom meeting. Many of us worked until we reached burnout. With no energy left to give ourselves or our loved ones.
But is this whatās supposed to give us meaning and purpose in our lives? I believe the pandemic has forced us to re-think how we want to spend our time and where we want to devote our energy.
As I looked around at the tombstones at the cemetery, I asked:
What if you could write one sentence youād like to see on your tombstone that captures who you were?
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Iām still thinking about what I would write.
Last week in Vancouver, I
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