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When Excess is Too Much: redefining balance in everything including how we practice yoga


I remember an expression from the 70s that I used to find amusing: “Excess is not enough.” But carried to an extreme it is overkill, especially when applied to working or eating or even working out.

For many of us we think that if a little of something is good for us, than a lot of it must be great. But the problem is that this idea leads us to overworking, overeating and over exercising, which can lead us to having no life, becoming too fat and/or injuring ourselves.

I see this from people of all ages and stages—we are a culture that constantly pushes ourselves too far and too much. How do we find balance? Part of the solution is to redefine and reframe the question, which is something that I have had to do as I recover from past injuries or just deal with my aging body. The following inspirational blog post also addresses this issue.

Too Much Yoga? Or Just the Wrong Kind?
by Nina Zolotow

Yesterday I read a powerful post Surprise, Surprise! You need a Total Hip Replacement! by Jill Miller, in which she wrote about discovering that her hip joint was “decimated.” She described it this way: 

“It looks like someone went in with an ice pick and chipped, flaked, abraded and destroyed my coxal (hip) joint.  Inflammation, check. Osteoarthritis, check. Bone cysts, check. Chondromalacia, check. Bone spurs, check.” 

Jill is a relatively young woman—the mother of two very young children—so being a candidate for a hip replacement already is rather unusual. As a person who is very currently knowledgeable about anatomy, she blames her condition on her hyper-mobility combined with years of stretching on a daily basis.  

I thought this important for a couple of reasons. The first is that ever since I’ve been doing yoga, I noticed my teachers talking about people (most often women) who are hyper-mobile, saying that these people should be working more on strength than stretching. So for those of you who have this body type, please take the warnings from your teachers about this issue seriously! And if you’ve never heard this warning, well, you’re hearing it now from me (who heard it from both Rodney Yee and Donald Moyer) and from Jill Miller. 

But I’ve also noticed that it’s often very hard for overly flexible people to hear the message that they should back off from stretching, and some ignore it entirely. I had assumed this was due to an ego problem because being able to do super bendy, showy yoga poses gets you lots of positive attention (not to mention for those who are teaching more students and photo opportunities). And that might be part of it. But what I hadn’t really thought about until I read Jill’s post was that that for some people just the experience of stretching can feel very rewarding. Jill put it this way:  

“My pre-existing genetic condition was to move and stretch myself compulsively to stifle the emotional stresses I felt as a constant in my body. I’m not enough, not perfect enough, not smart enough, not nice enough, not pretty enough, not worthy. My yoga and stretching could quiet me like a quart of bourbon could silence my ancestors. It could take off just enough of the edge to get by.”

In fact, Jill referred to it as an “addiction to stretching.” For those of us who love to practice asana, there is definitely a physical pleasure in the sensations of moving and stretching. However, it really concerned me that Jill had been—at least back before she had her epiphany regarding the way she was practicing—somehow equating this “stretching” with “yoga.” She wrote:  

“My dependency on my yoga practice was shackling me to the mat and consuming up to 2 hours every morning, if I didn’t practice, I didn’t feel right in my skin. Going without my ritual left me feeling unhinged, irritable and anxious. My need to stretch was no longer expanding my mind, it had trapped it.”
So today I just want to remind everyone it’s always possible to practice yoga safely and still “expand” your mind. If it’s right for your body, you can give up stretching entirely, working only on strength, balance, and agility, and you will still be practicing yoga. And if you have other physical issues (or even certain poses that don’t agree with your body—yes, that happens!), you can give up the physical practices that don’t work for you, and you will still be practicing yoga. And if all you can do is Savasana, you still be practicing yoga. And if you have to give up your asana practice entirely to recover from an injury or illness, you can continue to practice meditation and pranayama and study yoga philosophy, which are always safe.

Jill said, “My pre-existing condition was a belief that I could do more, be more and accomplish more if only I did more. More was more and I needed to move constantly upon that moor in order to survive my life.” She didn’t state it, but I assume Jill realizes now that this addiction to what she was calling “yoga” was in fact the opposite of yoga. It reminds me of [something} Beth [Gibbs’ wrote.] Beth said it was sutra 2.42 of the Yoga Sutras that helped her with her my feelings of “not being enough.” 

“It is necessary for the aspirant for the Yogic life to cultivate contentment of the highest order because without it there is no possibility of keeping the mind in a condition of equilibrium.” 

So working with the body you have—and doing the practice that’s right for you—is not only the safest way to practice, it’s the yogic way. And if you’re addicted to stretching, please try some other practices, such as meditation, pranayama, or yoga studies, to find another way to quiet yourself.

Here’s how Beth describes her practice now:

“Of, course, the physical practice does not look like it did in 2002. Pranayama and meditation make up a larger percentage. My physical practice varies depending upon my needs for the day. Sometimes it’s stronger—I love Plank poses! And sometimes it’s slow, flowing Sun Salutations or 10 minutes in Legs-Up-the-Chair pose. I rejoice in the fact that underneath the “African,” underneath the “American,” and underneath the “woman,” is a being who can occasionally and surprisingly “be here now” and be content. In those moments, I can rest amid chaos and be present in the midst of my life with all its joys and problems. I can experience this and me at the same time. I am competent, capable, connected, and a credit to universal consciousness in all its forms. And that is enough.”

As Jivana [Heyman, the founder of Accessible Yoga] says, “There is no correlation between physical ability and peace of mind.” 

Nina Zolotow
NINA ZOLOTOW, RYT500. Editor in Chief of the Yoga for Healthy Aging blog, Nina is a yoga writer as well as a certified yoga teacher and a long-time yoga practitioner. Her special area of expertise is yoga for emotional well-being (including yoga for stress, insomnia, depression, and anxiety). She completed the three-year teacher training program at The Yoga Room in Berkeley, California, has studied yoga therapy with Shari Ser and Bonnie Maeda, and is especially influenced by the teachings of Donald Moyer. She has studied extensively with Rodney Yee, and is inspired by the teachings of Patricia Walden on yoga for emotional healing. She teaches workshops and series classes on yoga for emotional well-being, yoga for stress, yoga for better sleep, home practice, and cultivating equanimity. Nina is the co-author with Baxter Bell of Yoga for Healthy Aging: A Guide to Lifelong Well-Being and co-author with Rodney Yee of Yoga: The Poetry of the Body (with its companion 50 Card Practice Deck) and Moving Toward Balance. She is also the author of numerous articles on yoga and alternative medicine.

This piece was originally posted on the Yoga for Healthy Aging Blog on October 26, 2017.

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In a recent yoga class, I talked about kindness as a theme for us both on and off our yoga mats. This idea was inspired by something I witnessed and then as I made my 2017 sankalpa.

The first event was an incident at a local super market on Xmas day. The lines were very long and very slow. After waiting in line for a painfully long time, a woman ahead of me had a meltdown. She started complaining loudly, stamping her feet, in other words having a full on temper tantrum.

Some people got very uncomfortable, looking around, avoiding all eye contact with the woman. Others chimed in with comments about how she should calm down and appreciate that the store was even open on Xmas at all. Their intention was good but clearly misplaced as it was obvious that their words were having the opposite effect: the more she was told to relax, the more agitated and aggravated she became.

So what to do? Talking to her wasn’t going to help. So I did the only thing I could think of: I started to breathe deeply. I focused on long inhales and long exhales, trying to exude calmness, patience, and kindness. It dawned on me that finding calm and peace on my yoga mat is wonderful, but being able to take that off the mat magnifies the feelings; what shows up is kindness. A type of kindness that makes me want to share it with others. As I stood there, finding my own calm breathing, holding onto and sharing kindness from inside, I was able to extend to this woman and to the rest of those in the store, waiting in line on Xmas day, patience and tenderness.

Later, as I thought about the whole experience I realized that sometimes it feels easier to extend patience and tender kindness to strangers. It made me think back to all the many times I am short tempered with my husband — sometimes for good reason, but mostly not. It doesn’t matter what provokes my emotional over reaction, the bottom line is that I don’t like this in myself and I don’t want to be this way with anyone, much less my dear husband. Overall I am a loving person and instead of beating myself up for the times I am not, I am connecting with the parts of myself that are patient, tender and kind. So my 2017 sankalpa is: In every encounter, I treat myself and others with kindness.

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Yogic Sankalpas

heidi-sloss-logo-icon-high-resFor a New Year’s Day yoga class, I used the theme of creating a sankalpa. Kalpa means vow; san means a connection to a higher truth so Sankalpa is a vow or commitment we make to support our highest truth. It speaks to our dharma, our overriding purpose for our life. And our current sankalpa becomes a statement we can call upon to remind us of our true nature and will guide our choices.

Many refer to a sankalpa as deep resolve, like a resolution but different. A sankalpa involves focusing our mind, connecting to our most heartfelt desires and then channeling the divine energy within.

Sankalpas also differ from a typical New Year’s resolution in that they are expressed in positive, present tense statements that are significant, heartfelt and connected to the essence of our very being. It can instruct our subconscious mind, like a mantra, reminding us that we are timeless and perfect—a state of pure being.

To find a Sankalpa that is right for you for this year, start with the willingness to hear the messenger within. It takes courage to listen to our hearts, without ego or superficial desire. This is done by cultivating an open heart with a quiet and settled mind in meditation.

Questions to ask during meditation to find a meaningful and significant sankalpa are: What do I really want? What is the longing in my heart? What am I seeking? What do I yearn for?

A powerful sankalpa is a statement of a deeply held fact, a vow that is true in the present moment. It begins with I AM. It is not a prayer and it does not start with I WANT or I WILL. It is short and positive and meaningful, much deeper than a New Year’s resolution. It can be long term as opposed to just one year.

So when I wanted to lose weight 6 years ago, I didn’t do it by making the traditional New Year’s resolution of “I will lose weight” in order to look good for photos. Instead, my ability to lose weight came from a deep desire to be healthy and my motivation was not to be a burden to my children as I aged. I told myself that I AM healthy and strong and safe (one of my emotional triggers). It still took lots of discipline and commitment, but I connected to my inner being. I held onto the image of myself as strong, independent and was able to finally lose 55 lbs. over that year.

Some examples of sankalpas are:

I am awake and aware. I am happy, healthy and whole. I am calm, peaceful and relaxed.
I take great care of my body. In every interaction, I treat myself and other with kindness.
I am safe, I am healthy and I am loved. I am love.

I wish you great luck in listening for your sankalpa for 2017.

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Yoga Teacher Training

Last month I graduated from a life transforming 7 month 200 hour Yoga Teacher Training class during which I now emerge feeling broken wide open in beautiful ways. I never imagined that I would ever qualify, but it happened! And my heart is full with love and gratitude to the special group of people with whom I spent every other weekend, learning all things Yoga. I even taught a class at a yoga studio two weeks ago and it was thrilling. The training program was challenging, but so worth it. Many thanks to all my graduating class and of course to my teachers. May the light in me always honor the light in you.

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Repeat Mammograms Suck

After getting a mammogram last week, I learned that I needed to have a repeat one done. These are not words that any woman wants to hear, much less one who is a cancer survivor. Once you have heard the dreaded cancer diagnosis, everything feels like borrowed time—even those of us who are 30+ years out.

For the last four or five days, every time I started to think about it I found myself sucking in air, but never fully exhaling. I’m proud that I didn’t obsess – an old pattern of mine for many years. Basically I gave myself permission to think about it and then let it go. Meditating and mind discipline (another word for yoga!) is finally working for me.

Cancer screening is not fun or pleasant; it can involve moments or days or weeks waiting for results. Since my cancer was malignant melanoma in 1985, screening for me also means a full body check by a dermatologist. I don’t like going, but I sure like knowing. Head in the sand is not an acceptable option.

Some of my random thoughts as I was waiting to get in for my repeat mammogram were:

I thought about how my breasts fed and nourished my kids and how breastfeeding was an important tool in my mothering tool box for many, many years (yes, I was that kind of mother ;-).

I thought about the odds and how both my mother and maternal aunt had post-menopausal breast cancer. They say that 1 in 8 women will get breast cancer in their lifetime. I remember sitting on an all-woman Board of Directors for an international non-profit with 15+ other women and speculating that at least 2 of us might get breast cancer. These past several days I wondered if it was going to be me.

The good news is that all is fine and the problem was a technical one with the mammogram and not at all with me. But I write this post to remind everyone reading it to get screened. Cancer happens. For years after my cancer in the mid 1980’s I stopped getting cancer checks. I was young and I didn’t want to deal with it. After my first child was born, I finally grew up and realized that this is a part of life.

So while I am doing a happy dance after getting the good news today, I know that I might be in for another round next month when I go in for my skin cancer body check. Odds are that they will want to biopsy something (they usually do) and I will get to spend another few days waiting and wondering. Such is life.


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Unexpected Gifts

Heidi Sloss Ankle InjuryFor the past 25+ years I have been dealing with ankle injuries, surgeries and recoveries. During that time I have spent countless hours trying to figure out why. For years I felt responsible for creating the drama and trauma that came with my ankle adventures. It felt as if the pain was some sort of punishment for something. But at this point in my life I have finally come to see my ankle adventures as less of a punishment and more of a gift. First some background.

The original injury happened in 1989, when I broke my left ankle and damaged the tendons and ligaments. At the time I was young, strong and unaware. That afternoon, instead of going to an ER, I hobbled onto a plane to meet my husband in NYC, where we were attending a sit-down dinner with the Dalai Lama that I refused to miss. It was incredibly romantic – my husband carrying me up the stairs of the Columbia Library in our black tie attire – and pretty short sighted. Because the choices I made then have had repercussions we have dealt with for the past 25+ years.

I ignored medical advice at the time to have surgery and got pregnant instead. In case you didn’t know, during pregnancy ligaments loosen, which is great for giving birth, but not so much for recovering from an injury. Five years later, November 11, 1994, I had the recommended surgery to deal with the damage from the injury and pregnancy.

The recovery from that surgery was difficult; I had an active four year old son and my husband was in law school full time. Naively I thought I could manage on my own, but in reality it was a struggle. I remember one afternoon eating my lunch on the kitchen floor because I couldn’t figure out how to get the food from the kitchen counter to a table while using crutches. I didn’t want to be a burden on my friends. Coincidentally our daughter was born exactly a year after my surgery on November 11, 1995.

10 years later, In November 2004, I needed surgery again. This time the kids were able to help and I accepted some limited help from friends. Even so, I felt guilty for being a burden and spent hours trying to figure out why my ankle kept giving out on me. I kept thinking that if I could just figure it out, once and for all, then we/I would be done with it.

However, life has a funny way of unfolding. Last November — yes exactly 10 year later — I had another bad fall and broke the same ankle in 3 places. But this time I accepted lots of help. My daughter came home from school, my father came from the east coast, I asked friends to come in and cover when they were gone and then my husband cleared his schedule to take care of me. What a difference this has made to how I feel about the whole experience. Fact is that this was a much more serious injury, complicated surgery and a harder recovery. But instead of feeling punished and overanalyzing “why,” I finally allowed myself to feel vulnerable and consequently loved.

Recovering from each surgery has been hard on me and my family. I felt guilty for putting them through it and responsible for the trauma and drama. Classic “blame the victim” mentality—although I was the one blaming myself. And while it felt like punishment, it wasn’t. It is just life and it happens to each of us. Figuring this out is liberating.

Some of the many gifts I have received this time around include patience, acceptance, vulnerability and love. While the surgery fixed it so that I could walk again, there is some damage that could not be repaired. This is why I still have days of pain. I now see that accepting the situation is not being a victim, but rather embracing what showed up in my life: good friends who want to help, loving family members who are there for me and a slower, more vulnerable me.



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Vacationing At Home!

My husband and I live in the Bay area, a travel destination for thousands of people, but I recently realized that we don’t advantage of our amazing location. So in the span of a few weeks we played hard, visiting places that tourists would (and should). Here are some of the highlights from our local vacation.

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June 27: San Jose San Pedro Square Art and Wine Pour with our daughter. This was two blocks from our new home!

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June 28: Wine tour and family picnic to celebrate a late Father’s Day at Ridge Winery in the Santa Cruz Mountains. A 40 minute drive from we where we now live.

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June 29 & 30: Back to back nights at San Francisco Opera with our daughter where we saw amazing performances of The Marriage of Figaro and Two Women. The Opera house is an hour drive from our home without traffic, with traffic, forget about it!

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We stayed with relatives and got to enjoy an unusual San Francisco treat: glorious summer weather.

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June 30: Before the second night of opera, we took a Segway Tour along Fisherman’s Wharf and the North Beach neighborhood, the weather was perfect and the scenery priceless. Our tour guide was a bit of an idiot, but it didn’t damper our fun. Now I want a Segway for Xmas!

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July 9 – 12: I went on my annual Women’s Retreat in the Santa Cruz Mountains; all the buildings are yurts. And most evenings found us relaxing in the hot tub under the starry skies. This is a 40 minute drive from our home, but it feels like being miles away.

July 17: I took no photos, but met my husband’s aunt at the San Francisco de Young Museum to see the J.M.W. Turner exhibit. It was great fun to be able to pop into the city for an afternoon for lunch and a world class museum exhibit.


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July 20 – 21: I attended a Yoga Retreat in Big Sur. We did many yoga sessions and meditated while eating delicous food. These were taken from where we were. It took me a little under 2 hours each way, gorgeous doesn’t begin to describe Big Sur.


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July 26: We celebrated my son’s 25th birthday early. We picked San Mateo, a central meeting place for dinner with the kids and my husband’s aunt and uncle. It is a cute town with lots going on and the restaurant, Vault 164 was great.

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July 27: We attended a Giant’s baseball game in San Francisco on Stitch N’ Pitch night with a group of my stitching friends. While we were there our daughter surprised us by showing up! We took the train to and SF that night to avoid the traffic. It took less than an hour to get there on the express train and over an hour to get home on the local.

I have been lucky to live in world class cities, but often forget to see them as tourists get to. This summer, between June 27 and July 27 I took great advantage of just a few of the many delights of living in the San Francisco Bay area.

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Birth Announcement

As I wrote in What’s in a Name, I am changing my blog’s name because the current name no longer reflects what I am writing and thinking about these days. I still love the name, The Magic of Mothering, and I still love being a mother, but as my kids have grown and flown, so too has my focus.

Even after my first blog post, I had no Clue, I started hearing from readers who were not mothers and never going to be mothers;  yet these readers found inspiration in my writing.  So to make my blog more inclusive, accurate and in line with my life’s focus, it is time to change my blog’s name.

And as we are celebrating the my son’s 25th birthday ago this week, the timing is perfect. His birth was a life changing event with profound repercussions on me as a woman. His birth has led me to new friends, new thoughts, new images of myself, new career pathways and most of all to a much more open and feminine me. And now, 25 years later, I am giving birth to myself, this time to the post-mothering me.

My first thoughts about a blog name change was to go with the empty nest theme—a large growing demographic that I know intimately for I am the empty nester stereotype. When we were getting ready to send our youngest off to university I worried about what life for me, post-mothering, would be like. I worried about my marriage, my friendships and of course my relationships with my kids. I wasn’t a classic helicopter mom, but my life was organized around my kids’ for so long that I had forgotten how it was to be me in the world, without my kids on a daily basis.

Since that time, I have discovered that the empty nest is a great place as well as a wonderful state of mind. I loved the child raising years, even with the mess and chaos and bone-crushing exhaustion. It was a good adventure for me, but now I am ready for new ones. And the empty nest name ideas I liked were all taken.

So I got to thinking about personality traits, such as my enthusiastic approach to life. I am a leaper, not a looker. I have frequently jumped into situations, careers and relationships with my whole heart, only to realize later that it didn’t match up with my initial enthusiasm and excitement. But as I have gotten older (and hopefully a bit wiser) I realize that my enthusiasm for a shiny new projects, relationships and activities isn’t always a virtue. Slowing down has brought many positive thoughts, feelings and experiences to my life.

Which led me to think about reoccurring themes in my life (pre, during and post kids). And the one that kept coming to me was my intense drive to live a full, honest and authentic life: a life with no regrets, no bullshit, a life that reflects joy and enthusiasm as well as reflection and enlightenment. And so the new name of my blog is simply, The Art of Living Fully.

This name reflects my desire to experience and write about the rich moments of life. These are the moments of solitude as well as connection; moments of taking great big juicy bites out of life as well as days on my balcony, watching the clouds roll by; moments of travel and moments at home; moments spent hiking, walking, reading, stitching, creating and of course, moments on the yoga mat.

Living is an art, not a science. My goal is to live authentically, embracing life as it comes to me while seeking out opportunities for growth and joy and peace and love and connection. This is both a spiritual and yogic practice for me. So I hope that you continue to read and comment and share my posts as I explore the Art of Living Fully.

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The Liebster Award: Get to Know Me and Other Bloggers!

The Liebster Award: Get to Know Me and Other Bloggers!

Fellow blogger, Kim Acedo of Transformation Wellness for Women, nominated me for the Liebster Award, which is an award for bloggers to recognize and get to know other bloggers.

I was asked to answer some questions and I get the opportunity to nominate other bloggers to participate. Check out the blogs I nominate at the end – their writing inspires me and I am committed to reading, tweeting and commenting on their blogs because I know how much it means to me when my readers tweet and comment on mine [hint, hint!].

Yours, Heidi

Here are the questions Kim asked me to answer:

1. What makes you happy?

Spending time with my family: kids and husband! I also enjoy yoga classes, stitching, meditating, reading and writing. But I get a thrill in my heart when people respond positively to my work. Motivating and/or inspiring people makes me very happy.

2. Why did you start blogging?

After I retired from my marketing consulting business I wanted an outlet and I wanted to create/be a part of an online tribe. And as we were getting ready to travel out of the country for 5 months, it seemed like it would be a great way to keep in touch with people and explore parts of my creative side. At the suggestion from my son, I thought I would develop a forum to help teach women how to mother their kids by sharing my experiences, but the blog is morphing into something new and different; I plan on changing the title soon. [Suggestions are most welcome!] I still want to reach/teach women, but now in a different direction from just focusing on motherhood.

3. What is the best thing anyone has ever said about your blog?

Recently I was invited to a yoga retreat because of a post. Receiving comments that are appreciative of my perspective and life experiences makes my heart sing.

4. What is one piece of advice you would offer or one saying you live by?

I used to say that “life was too short for shit,” but now I find myself thinking, “if not now, when?” Meaning what is holding me back from joy and love and connection?

5. What are your top three bucket list items?

1) To create an outlet to reach women through life-transformation workshops and seminars.

2) To finally find a business partner who wants to work collaboratively with me.

3) To maintain my health and weight loss through the rest of my life.

Short term goal is to have my ankle heal so that my husband and I can resume real hiking.

6. What is your ultimate guilty pleasure?

Drinking expresso and stitching! And of course because I am a woman, dark chocolate anything!

7. What is one product or service you cannot live without?

My smart cell phone/tablet.

8. What is your favorite U.S. destination?

Bottom line is that I love being/visiting any place in which my kids are living. But other than that, I love visiting New York City, where I lived in my 20’s and my father and his wife still live. If it weren’t for the weather (and money!) I could see myself living there again. Other places that I want to return to are Hilton Head, SC, anywhere in Hawaii, and Crater Lake, OR.

But I have to admit that I am loving our new home town of San Jose, CA. We just moved to the downtown area and exploring all that is within walking distance is exciting to me. After living in the suburbs for 22 years, while raising our kids, I am experiencing a re-found love affair for city living!

9. What two countries make you the happiest to visit?

Spain and Australia. I loved visiting both and would be thrilled to go back to either/both again

10. What is your dream destination?

I know it sounds corny, but at this age and stage of my life, I want to go with and where my husband and/or kids are. And I would love to get a chance to spend time in Greece and Portugal someday.

I now nominate the following bloggers to answer these questions as well. Reading their posts has inspired me and my writing. I hope they accept this award because I can’t wait to read their responses!

Lisa Owens of My So Called Glamorous Life, The Adventures of a Domestic Engineer!

Lorrie Goldin of Shrinkrapped

Jennifer Arlin of Still Life with Crockpot

Janelle Daniels of Thirty Plus Mom

Dawn Quyle Landau of Tales From the Motherland

Susan Macaulay of My Alzheimer’s Story, the joys and sorrows of an amazing journey

Melissa of Psychobabble

Thanks for reading! I’d love to get to know YOU more as well. Would you care to answer a few of the questions? Please comment below!



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What’s In A Name?

My blog needs a new name. I love the current name, but it no longer reflects who I am and what I want to write about. So I need your help.

On October 2, 2013, my son and I spent the day together in Carmel. He was restless and wanted to spend the day away from the 2nd company he had just started as he was concerned that it was not going to be all that he had hoped it would be. I was thrilled that he valued my thoughts as a sounding board. After talking for some time about his business he turned to me and asked me what I was planning on doing. At the time, we were preparing for our sabbatical in Australia and I had not given much thought for my future beyond packing up our place for the renters and moving overseas for 5 months. I knew I was closing down my marketing consulting business but what would be next for me was a mystery and I was going to figure it out as I went along.

My son, ever the idea person, said to me that I should do something to help other mothers be as good a mother as I had been to him and his sister. Of course, I was flattered and touched and then I started to think about it. Out of that comment (and my 24 years as a La Leche League Leader, helping young mothers to learn how to mother their babies through breastfeeding), I came up with the idea to start a blog and I called it, “The Magic of Mothering“. The idea was to write about my experiences of raising kids and to connect with other mothers, both in the trenches and beyond. And on November 21, 2013, I launched this blog site with my first post: I Had No Clue, a post about my becoming a mother.

As we were leaving for Australia, several friends encouraged me to write and share about our adventures there and so I added a section on our wonderful time as empty nesters in Australia and New Zealand. And I added pieces about motherhood and breastfeeding, although that time of life had long passed/changed for me. Additionally I have started to write more about my mother’s Alzheimer’s, although I have only posted a few of these pieces so far.

But the reality is that my life changed significantly when our youngest went off to college in the fall of 2013; I spend more time developing my creative side and on the yoga mat than I do mothering my kids these days.

And so this brings me to the need I have to change the name of my blog as focusing just on mothering is no longer accurate to what I do and what I want to write about. So I came up with a few ideas and would love your feedback.

Ideas so far:

Reinventing Heidi
Life Post Kids
I am Not Old and Dried Up
Post Kids Diary

Perhaps you have an idea after reading my blog. If so, please send me your thoughts on what my blog should be called. And if I end up choosing your idea, I will send you a present!

PS: if you are uncomfortable with posting your ideas publicly, please send me an email. I really want to hear from you!

As a blogger, I enjoy sharing my ideas and thoughts with people, and I get a special thrill when someone leaves a comment. When you share my posts on social media sites, I jump up and down doing a happy dance. So thank you!