The Lies we Tell Ourselves [Make us Sick]

Last night we piled our dinner plates high with saag paneer and butter chicken, pairing this with a rousing murder mystery. "Knives Out". Truth gleaned: Lying makes Marti puke (sorry). Better put: Lying sickens our bodies. There's empirical support for this?! Research study findings: reducing the everyday lies we tell can significantly increase our health… Continue reading The Lies we Tell Ourselves [Make us Sick]


To Lean or Leap? Courage Required

...I’d begun to lean too much, when I needed to leap, to learn how strong I was designed to be. The word “leap” had begun regularly creeping around in my brain, showing up in weird spaces between other thoughts. Fear was soaking up my initiative, leaving this typically proactive girl passive, flat, and disheartened... What… Continue reading To Lean or Leap? Courage Required


That Constraint? It’s a Brain-Body Boost & Blessing in Disguise

Something holding you back? Too many rules getting you down? Let's face it: we hardly live a single day with no limits, no restrictions on our freedom to do whatever, however, whenever we like. Constraints go against our natural craving to be in complete control. I've gotta tell ya'- nobody resists constraints more than I… Continue reading That Constraint? It’s a Brain-Body Boost & Blessing in Disguise

ADHD · adulthood · anxiety · depression · Life skills · loneliness · stress · Uncategorized

Centering: Capturing the Calming Respite

One of my jobs as a coach is to help you discover ways to recuperate, allowing time to nurture both yourself and others appropriately so you both can thrive. Too much self-nurture, too much serving without self-care, and we’re out of the unique balance we each need in order to live fully, healthy in spirit,… Continue reading Centering: Capturing the Calming Respite

garden · life coach · morning · poem · praise · trees · winter

Hymn of Dawn

Hymn of Dawn January 18, 2015 Stretching upward, a choir of dark feathered branches fills the pale aqua hovering above the lightening peach that breaks from the smouldering umber mountain silhouette horizon beyond my window. Dawn: the trees in celebration reach their paintbrush-bristles upward stretching toward heaven, branching, forever branching from branch to limb, from… Continue reading Hymn of Dawn