My toddler walks around with the best body alignment; I constantly marvel at it from my hunched over position. His shoulders are back, hips in line, confidently strutting. He, along with many babes, enjoys his physicality. He walks around proud, steady, and vibrantly strong, his body aligned under him (with frequent losses of balance as…
Month: December 2020
Oil Self-Massage (Abhyanga)
Massage has historically not been my thing. I have gotten a professional massage about twice in my life, and I hated it. They did it too hard (despite constant pleas to ease up) and talked to me the whole time, so I had to engage instead of relax. I have sharp words for anyone who…
Mastering the Big Lunch.
We had Thanksgiving dinner with just us this year (COVID). This was feeling ok as we spend the majority of the time “just us” anyway. I cooked for two days (with much chopping help), my big guy made pies, my little guy scattered flour, dumped milk, and painted both all over the floor. My husband…
Kitchari – The New Fast
When I first made kitchari, I was like “no”. “Oh-ho, no.” It’s not cheesy, it’s not barbequed, and it doesn’t contain chocolate. Rather, it’s basically Cream of Wheat with spices. So no. No kitchari for breakfast. No kitchari every day for lunch. No kitchari week-long fast. I will not eat it in a boat…not with…
The Six Tastes
When I was ten, lonesome at my grandma’s, I discovered America’s Funniest Home Videos. I would HOWL at the baby ones; they would give baby a pickle and we would get to watch poor baby react. Baby would have a visceral reaction, but more one of surprise than distaste. So adorable (I have not done…
Sugar Detox
As a kid, eating dessert every night was a ritual. We made tea from the loose tea leaves that my dad brought back from Sri Lanka, brewed for precisely five minutes; then we’d dig into the cake or pie. After school, watching He-Man take on Skeletor, there was sugary cereal or brownies. At bedtime, there…
Balance Amid Busy
As I’m rushing out to the grocery store at 9 PM on a Monday, my 11 year-old, up in his bed, has big ‘ol tears in his eyes, a rare-ish phenomenon these days. We have barely seen each other for four days (I was working), and he looks so forlorn that I almost sob. I…