The best place I’ve ever not-slept was a Zen temple in central France. Not-sleeping was an infrequent occurrence there, as the schedule was full and designed to keep your mind focused and your body busy. …
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I’m writing this from seat 46H of a westbound transatlantic flight. The seatbelt sign has just been turned off, though the way my body is pressed back into the seat tells me we’re still climbing. …
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The clocks have been turned back, the nights are getting longer, and I’m here to make the case for darkness. It’s futile to resist. It’s always there – the necessary counterpart to light — woven …
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It’s a little piece of good fortune to have Carvins as my neighborhood wine shop. I step out after every visit with not only an excellent bottle of wine, but also an anecdote or bit …
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The first time I became aware that my body could be broken in a way that left marks was when I was 8.
I was riding a bike that was too big for me. My mother …
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I work with bodies — which means I work with people, of course. But people have the unfortunate habit of climbing up into their thoughts and beliefs, and cutting the connection to their bodies in …
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“Then all of a sudden, I yawned.
What a rude bastard, but I couldn’t help it!”
Holden Caulfield in A Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger
When I was training …
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In the days following last month’s attacks in Paris, I wondered how I might prepare to work with the crisis-related stress and symptoms clients would probably bring to their sessions with me. But it quickly …
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