An invitation Early one evening, V texted me a poster of a race: 50km or 100km. “Would you like to try 50k?” You got to be kidding I thought. Or you must think I can do it (which she does.) I’ve not even done anything past 30km. (Protesting.) Train. (Matter-of-factly).I did 50k with no training. 13 hours. This time no training again and I’ll see if I can break 13. (Now I’m thinking, well lady, you’re pro. You run mountains, marathons, have PT sessions, and was aiming for UMTB where the website states – “the most mythical and prestigious trail running race in the world: 171 km and 10,000m in elevation on Mont Blanc.” I, on the other hand, am just enjoying the scenery a bit, the nature a bit while I hike and usually slowly.) However, a part of me might have been curious, and I ask, These 50k races – you got to run right? As in you can’t walk it, can you? V says, I walked last time and I’m going to …
Energy is created and cannot be destroyed. Simple ways to shift energy of a space and create a safe haven and uplift the energy.
Inspired by @kimonomom’s husband who fluidly whipped up a layered strawberry fresh cream cake for her, I grabbed a tray of Japanese strawberries to go with a chocolate hazelnut cake I’d ordered for a birthday. Japanese strawberries are easily double or triple the price of regular US ones you’d find in supermarkets, and the price reflects the quality difference. They are fragrant, sweet, juicy, and happy. A friend who did an artist residency in Kawaguchiko near Mount Fuji came back saying the plants there looked so happy and healthy that she’d be happy to be a plant there! So Kimono mom’s husband quickly whipped up the fresh cream, and sliced the strawberries whilst their little 2 or 3 year old helped out spreading out the strawberries on the cream and digging in at the same time. It’s really eye opening to see how much exposure their little girl gets through “helping out” at the kitchen with peeling carrot skins, mixing ingredients in a mixing bowl, and even learning that each rice grain has seven gods …
“I love British food!” Pearl Law exclaims. Finding out where the illustrator & flâneus loves to eat whilst in London, her other home.
A new type of training to connect with our bodies and sense our food.
We were taught to virtually “taste” chocolate to sense how our bodies would feel had we actually eaten the chocolates. And also eye-opening insights on how some people have amazing green fingers.
Do you choose joy or endure obligations?
And sometimes, why might something joyful become an obligation?
From hiking to museums, to cultural experiences and helpful insights to getting to know the Merlion city (aka, Singapore) as a tourist or new local.
Making history, local stories and communities relevant again.
Your Inner Physician and You is written by literally the founder (who discovered and developed) Cranio-Sacral Therapy. An ostheopath physician by training, during a surgery, assisting, he discovered something non of the medical books mentioned and thus opened up a new way we understand our physical bodies to assist in its healing.
A sharing of how it had helped clear eczema, and underlying emotional conditions.
Life-long connections, and life-long lessons.
A special time going to school in Vershire, Vermont, and tending to an organic farm.
Aborigines could still telepathically connect under sphere-shaped construction, yet inside square rooms and buildings (which most of us live in and work in), their ability to connect telepathically doesn’t work. I was intrigued when my teacher mentioned that.
4:38AM – August 26: I noticed the three teru teru bōzu ( Japanese spirit-dolls) hanging on the door at Munatsuki-sansō (胸突山荘) at station nine-and-a-half of the Fujinomiya trail to the top of Mount Fuji. They had been my guardian angels, praying for good weather for my successful ascent. Most of my fellow sojourners had already departed for the summit — they would miss watching the sunrise from the top if they weren’t arriving there by now. It was freezing outside — I had gone around to the bathroom behind the lodge and also that seemed to be everyone’s first topic of the day. I was standing at the doorway, gathering myself, contemplating whether I should linger longer inside the lodge for the sun to rise more and the air to warm up further. But the staff of the lodge must have seen me standing there with all my belongings on my back, looking ready to go. I could feel their gaze on me; it would be awkward not to leave now, so I said a …
We stumbled upon a Harvest festival complete with amazing spread of home-made goodies, live performances, craft booths across the village, and traditional dance. All in Chiba, Japan.