See Its Magic

By Kate Kole

I love writing, baking, and yoga. So much so that in my early days of blogging, I had a site called Baking In Yoga Pants, combining my love for the three. I’ve dreamt of doing each full-time. Sitting down daily to write a novel, opening a bakery, running a studio. 

During my yoga teacher training, we did an exercise where we jotted down all the things we wanted for our future lives inside a circle, and all the things we no longer wanted outside its perimeter. Of course, writing, baking, and yoga found their way inside my bubble. As did my husband, kids, dogs, and a house with a fenced in yard. The whole vision combined to create my utopia. 

The family and the home are part of my reality now. And yet, all too often, I find myself taking for granted those things I once dreamt of having. I get caught up in the everyday shuffle that comprises this chapter of life and am so busy looking down at the high chair that needs to be wiped, the floors that need to be vacuumed, the dog food bowls that need to be filled, and the laundry that needs to be folded, that I forget to look around. At the family we’ve created, the walls we’ve filled with memories, the traditions we’ve established, and the house that has become our home. 

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My One Word Mantra For 2018

My One Word Mantra For 2018

By Kate Kole

My mind has always aired on the side of imaginative. As a kid, my friend Andrea and I would spend our after-school hours writing plays. We’d climb through the woods behind my childhood home and make up stories that we were lost in the wilderness, needing to eat berries and build shelter in order to survive. Forget the fact that you could still see the back of my house as we marched our way through broken branches. As far as our fantasies were concerned, we may as well have been states away.

My daydreams are a bit more grounded now. They don’t typically require the same level of suspended reality that they did 20 years ago…except when I ask my husband if we can make a fort in our living room. They’re more like an expansion of everyday life. If I’m feeling lonely, I picture what it’d be like to live a block away from my family. And if I’m feeling cold, I envision a move back to a place with palm trees. If I’m worried about the future, I imagine all the worst ways life could go wrong. And if I’m feeling optimistic, I map out best case scenarios in my mind. Continue reading

I’m Done Crunching Numbers

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By Christie Page

Standing in the middle of a path lined with wild flowers with the sun blazing unforgiving on my face I took the deepest breath of my life. I inhaled pine and palm, sky and lake. I concentrated on the beads of sweat dripping into the small of my back and acknowledged the pain in my right calf after too many fractures and Achilles ruptures.

I gave thanks to my body for surviving me. I gave thanks to my mind for surviving me. I gave thanks that I was able to stand in this place, at this time and take in that deep breath and I exhaled and forgave myself for the last year, for my failures, for everything I put myself through, because I seem so fundamentally broken at times. Continue reading

Choosing Presence Instead Of Comparison

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By Becky Houdesheldt

This morning, as my son was entertaining himself in the living room while I made a quick cup of coffee, I thought to myself, maybe he’s behind. Maybe he’s not being challenged enough at home. My friends who have babies around the same age are crawling, or sitting without any assistance at all, or making clearly articulated sounds. Maybe I’m doing something wrong.

How often I have felt this way the past 19 months. I say this because my whole pregnancy I doubted myself, the actions I took, the way I handled everything. I gained too much weight. I didn’t read enough. I didn’t go to enough classes. And now that Carson is here, my doubts have shifted. I still worry about myself, I haven’t lost any weight post pregnancy, I don’t feel like I look or behave like other moms. Continue reading

Life Is Now

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By Kate Kole

You know those stories your family members have told so many times, that even if you can’t fully remember them yourself, or you weren’t present for the making of the memories in the first place, it feels like you were? You can picture the people and the scene so well that you practically convince yourself that you were right there in the middle of the action, laughter, and joy. Continue reading

How I’m Learning To Let Go Of Expectations This Summer

How I'm Learning To Let Go Of Expectations This Summer

By Jillian Leslie

Along with the poolside days, scorching sunshine, and carefree lifestyle that summertime brings, so too come expectations. Whether they revolve around an upcoming vacation or a significant other, expectations can really bog us down.

How many times have you been frustrated by something lately because it didn’t meet what you’d envisioned in your mind? Recently, I’ve been feeling this a lot and I’ve come to the realization that these situations stem from having a tightly clenched fist. Not the type you get when climbing rope or pulling up weeds in your garden; but, the metaphorical clenched fist you experience when you’re holding out for a specific outcome. Naturally, we want what we want out of life, but this habit often creates an inability to see clearly, and to enjoy life for what it truly is. Continue reading

Lessons From The Mat: Letting Go And Living Now

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By Kate Kole

Close your eyes. Now notice, where in your body are you holding tension that you can release?

That was the cue my yoga instructor called, prompting me to get curious about what was happening physically as I transitioned into Warrior 2. I softened the space between my eyes and unclenched my jaw. I relaxed my shoulders away from my ears and made the conscious effort to deepen my breath. And then, with that freed up energy, I sank further into the pose. Continue reading

5 Ways To Discover Self-Love This Season

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By Jillian Leslie

In case the grocery store displays and persistent jewelry commercials haven’t tipped you off yet, it’s that time again–the joyous season that divides us between the cynical and the lovebirds. For some, Valentine’s Day is a beautiful celebration of life with the one they love. For others, it is a reminder of past failed relationships and yet another day spent alone, of course followed by discount chocolate at the local drugstore. No matter which of these two camps you fall into, there is one important thing that’s often overlooked this time of year and is hidden somewhere between the obnoxiously oversized teddy bears and candy hearts in aisle three, it’s self-love. Continue reading

How November Reminds Me To Be Here Now

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By Kate

I love the month of November and the holiday of Thanksgiving which marks it, partially for the delicious food of course, but even more so, for the gratitude it evokes. And that’s saying a lot, because I love delicious food.

The reason I look forward to and welcome the 11th month with such open arms is that it has a bit of a reset and recharge feel to it. The same way that January represents a fresh, new start, November offers a similar, or perhaps even greater prompt: it reminds me to look up and take in all the goodness in my life as it is right now. Continue reading