August - Finally, a month when you don’t have to do anything. 

 Photo by Jordan Bauer

Photo by Jordan Bauer

A couple days ago, I sat in the waiting room of a salon, waiting for my hair stylist to refresh my heavy locks.  It’s uncommon for me to cut my hair regularly, but it seemed the perfect self-care thing to do during this heavy time of my life.
In front of me was placed a large glass table covered in women’s magazines.  It’s rare that I read these, for I find them largely unsubstantial.  This day though, I picked one up and starting flipping through as I sipped my iced latte - as a white woman does while she waits for her hair to be cut.  I’m so glad I did, for I found an article that did not seem as though it belonged in such a magazine.  Here I found the exact message I needed to hear in that tired moment.  It was as though finding this treasure was meant to be that day.  Meant for me, and now for you.  For it’s time, again, to remind ourselves to go gently.

Thank you Sarah Selecky.
 

August - Finally, a month when you don’t have to do anything. 

By Sarah Selecky

Let yourself collapse.  You can’t be expected to hold it all together when the heat is pursuing you like this.  Surrender to a Mason jar full of ice water, and squeeze half a lemon into it.  See how the lemon juice creates a haze in the water?  Doesn’t the haze look sort of like smog?  And yet every sip feels like clarity.

There’s a metaphor there, but it’s too hot to think about what it might mean.

Take 10 minutes to reflect on the emptiness of your dreams.  You don’t have to do anything—just feel the feelings of nothingness.  See how that pattern repeats in your life right now:  It’s there in your lack of productivity, your tired enterprises, the futility you feel around your creative pursuits, the list of things to do that don’t feel important anymore.  It’s there in the way you should feel hungry because it’s suppertime, but you don’t.  This month, all of your appetites are gone.

Good news!  That’s just as it should be.  If this feels like sadness or if it simply freaks you out, just look outside yourself to be reassured.

Watch how the grasses are finished, too.  The trees are all done.  Their leaves aren’t pulsing with green anymore, but they’re not even falling from the branches, because falling would take too much effort.  The birds are quietly exhausted, waiting to leave.  Even the waves in the lake are dragging themselves to the shore.

There is no more hustle.  Thankfully, that time is over.  It will come back soon enough.

For now, just let everything roll to a pause, the way it wants to.  Let your hips move like a slowing pendulum.  Speak only if you must.  Feel the way vowels stretch the inside of your mouth; notice how tired you become, just from speaking and thinking.  Pull one or two crucial sentences out like taffy:  “I can’t do that today. I am taking a rest.”  And then stay quiet.

It’s going to be OK.

Let yourself go slowly.  Walk to the train.  Stop at the yellow light.  You have time:  You contain epochs inside yourself.  You can’t be late when you are creating every minute with your own languid strides.  Nothing exists outside of this.  Your steps become the seconds.  When you step slowly, your time moves slowly.

When the day presses you, let yourself be pressed.  Don’t resist it.  Once you abandon your fight and slip inside that cocoon of heat, you can feel it actually lifting you.  Up there, up above in the frightening cloud of nothingness, is where you can rest.  It’s the only way.

The city matches your insides and outsides.  Everything is the haze of lemon water.  Let yourself go cloudy.  Let yourself slow to nothing.  The end of summer is the time to soften your gaze, dull your points, release your hunger and rest.

A Dance with Orthorexia

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We humans are dear strivers for perfection.  I love our efforts.  It’s so innocent.  All of us hoping to finally win the love, appreciation and affirmation we’re all craving.  Hoping that if enough effort is put forth, enough perfection attained, that we might finally reach the ‘heaven’ of our ideals.  What an innocent but destructive pursuit this can be.  It’s one I know too well.  And it has seeped into many, if not every, area of my life. 

When I discovered nutrition, I fell in love.  It was another way in which I could bring vitality into my life - a fairly easy and attainable way.  It became a new obsession, and a new ‘perfection’ preoccupation.  I devoured nutrition like all the kale I was eating.  And it wasn’t long (literally one day) before I was eating entirely ‘clean,’ well, my perception of what clean was at the time.

Animal products and processed foods were entirely removed from my diet and replaced with whole grains, legumes and tons of greens and veggies.  I was eating whole heads of broccoli with meals, daily green smoothies, eliminated caffeine, alcohol and sugar.  I soaked my nuts and seeds, made my own sprouts and consumed copious amounts of sour kraut and kimchi.  People were amazed and impressed with my tenacity and discipline for my newfound lifestyle.  And I truly fell in love with my choices and how I felt.  Until I didn’t.  What had happened over time was the weight of this commitment to ‘perfect’ eating was too much to bear.  I would stress over leaving my house, needing to make sure I had enough snacks to carry me throughout the day in case I couldn’t find any food that fit my diet.  I would bring food to friends’ homes (the memory of this causes me much discomfort).  Travel, my great love, became a great stress.  Essentially, I became bound to food.  For, my friends, it is impossible to attain perfection.  It is an unending, tiring pursuit.  For even when we imagine we have attained it, other pieces of us are diminished and wilting. 

Not only was I impacted on a psychological and relational level from this obsession, my physical being was also threatened and I eventually became quite sick.  And what a shock this was!  I had literally consumed everything I was supposed to. 

Theologian, Capon, said “moderation is not nearly as much our cup of tea as religion is.”  In other words, it seems to be very human to land, solidly and fundamentally on a ground by which we can claim Truth.  Certainty is so much more secure, isn’t it?  It is one of our addictions and driving forces.  This survival brain of ours simply won’t stop searching for a secure place to a land and breath.  And I’m sorry to say that the more disciplines I study (even the sciences), I continue to find more and more grey. God, it’s disappointing!  

And so, what does this mean for food?

Well, perhaps it is freeing for us to know that even nutrition is not black and white.  What is healthy for one, might not be for another.  And there is no perfect diet for all people at all times.  For me, this created a bit more freedom.  To get better, I had to adjust my diet (shockingly), but probably the biggest factor in regaining my health was a letting go, a trusting that my body was taking care of me even if I drank a coffee and ate a croissant.  This took so much stress out of my life, and I eventually healed.  Today, I may be the most relaxed Nutritionist you’ll meet.  Because eating is only a piece of the picture for health.   

So here is my great fundamental nutritional advice - eat and prepare your own whole, local, organic, seasonal foods as much as possible - best with humans you love, with thanks, and you will feel quite well.  You may even hear your body gratefully affirm, 'It is enough.’

Creativity & Mental Health - The Great Opportunity

Creativity & Mental Health - The Great Opportunity

When I was studying nutrition I had a professor who spoke passionately about the impact of creativity on mental health.  As a medical professional working in Vancouver, she had seen first hand the power of creativity with her patients.  She would enthusiastically declare, that it was impossible to experience depression while simultaneously creating. What a statement!  And for a time when most of us occupy the spectrum of mental health experiences and struggles, there may be no better time, no greater urgency than for us to indulge in creative pursuits!  This is more than just arts & crafts.  It could be argued that it’s necessary for a fully-functioning, thriving human being to create.  From the prospective of my professor, it’s simply and extraordinarily medicine.

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How Do I Live Without My Mother?

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Ten years after my mother's death, I was 27.  Still at that point, the word ‘mother’ spoken from anyone, I would crumble, overwhelmed with grief and emotionally wrought.  A close friend of mine said to me that you could see on my face that the grief I had was still so raw, it was as if my mother had died yesterday. 
At the time I was working in partnership with psychologists with my clients and one of them came up to me one day and gently told me that she thought I had PTSD regarding my mothers illness and death, and she recommended an EMDR therapist for me.  I decided to take her advice.
My step into therapy was a game changer...

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I was talking with a client recently who expressed her deep desire to move away from Calgary as soon as possible.  It’s a common sentiment - not, I think solely for the city of Calgary, but for all places we call 'home.'  My Parisian friend just texted me this morning telling me he couldn’t stand France anymore and wanted to move to Canada. You see how similar we all are? :) This seems to be our nature - interested in offerings unavailable in our own homes.  I, too, have extreme wanderlust, and it shows.  I have lived all over the world, all over Canada, I travel as frequently as possible.  In the past 4 months I’ve spent time in both Paris and Hawaii.  I plan to leave the continent again soon.  But these are shorter trips now.  From one who has moved since she was 18, now in my 30s, this is what I’ve learned - every place holds their bit of magic! 

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"Whether you marry or not, you will regret it" - or not. ~Kierkegaard, Neith Boyce with Stephanie Schoenberg

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Optimism can be easily dismissed or seemingly trivial after a year like 2016.  I have had countless conversations with friends about the darkness of this past year.  So much to mourn, so much violence, so much uncertainty and fear.  But this is only part of the story, no?  I am convinced that the dark must always be balanced with the light.  It is just as present and real, simply, and sadly, less featured.  But we must hold both, or we get risk getting lost in this busy world.  

It is after conversations like these that I am happy to be introduced to professor Steven Pinker who encourages us to look at history and data, not headlines. 

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Play

Play

"[Life] is a musical thing and you are supposed to sing or dance while the music is being played."  ~Alan Watts

Today I am aware of my tendency to run.  Like a hamster - in a wheel.  I wake with to-do lists in my head, I scurry about all morning - task to task, very robotically and mindlessly to get ready for my day.  Most days are busy, packed, really.  Mostly with obligations, others with self-imposed disciplines such as exercise and study.  Things that are neither good or bad and sometimes both.

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After an anxious ridden week and a late Friday night, I woke up this morning feeling surprisingly light and refreshed. I opened my curtains to a bright, dewy morning sun and felt a very strong urge to be outside immediately. I dressed, threw on my runners and headed to a large, wild, local park right by my house. It was like walking to heaven. Warm sun, kiss of crisp autumn breezes, dancing grasslands, brilliant wildflowers, hawks, black birds, beetles, grasshoppers met me with their brilliant aliveness. I caught myself in silent awe around each new bend and summit. I am alive and surrounded by utter, endless beauty. How is it that we forget this so often?

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There is a common experience that has been frequently occurring in the past several years of my life - it's a call to walk.  This is not an astounding revelation.  I'm sure that most of us can easily recall a deep sense of satisfaction when we remember walks of leisure.  But here is the significant piece for me, there is so much that we know that we don't practice.  And practice is life changing.
So, I have many calls to walk, almost daily.  The voice inside me asking me to take that break, to move, to get outside, to observe and see again.  I often ignore this call, because, hell, I'm exhausted!  I'd rather watch Jessica Jones on Netflix with an AlterEco chocolate bar and glass of wine. 

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"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns." ~George Eliot

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