I can’t take it anymore. I can’t bear to hear of one more woman suffering from restless leg syndrome and stay silent. I’m haunted by the countless nightmare stories of how these victims try all kinds of drugs and techniques and nothing seems to help. Night after night they suffer.

Can we please just say it! Can we please just go there! The aid for restless leg syndrome is to have an O. Not O the magazine. Not O the show. Not Overstock, O’Neill or O’Reilly either…. Ooooohhh, an O! That’s right.

Enough suffering already! Help yourself, for god sake. Or have your spouse or partner help you.  Be selfish about it.  I recommend deep full body breathing to facilitate the best release. Repeat if necessary! Seriously indulge cuz who wants one more night of jumpy legs?!

My husband always says, the body has everything it needs to heal itself.  We just need to access all the good stuff nature has provided. (Trust me there is an “O” in OMG for a good reason).

Sleep well,

Yesterday we had friends over for brunch. I made homemade donuts for dessert. We dipped the bite sized bliss into chocolate ganache, toasted almonds and raspberry puree. For me it was heaven; the donuts, the dark coffee and chatting with friends while the little ones ran in and out from under the canopy of the elm tree -  its long branches reaching down to the ground like a grandfather’s loving and protective arms.

I realized I could be quite content making donuts for my friends every day, especially Doug. He seemed to love them. What could possibly be wrong with doing what we love each day even if it’s a simple and small act of making donuts? What could possibly go wrong with dedicating your day to joy?

Making donuts for Doug doesn’t solve world hunger nor does it make a massive contribution to mankind. But in a microcosmic way, doing what you love everyday for the sake of nothing more than the joy and the creative endevor, tips our lives towards the light. And that seemingly small personal adjustment does impact the collective; shinier, happier people out on the road of life.

Furthermore, isn’t it when we dwell here – I’m in my blissful donut making state of mind – that the other pieces of life’s puzzle such as financial stability and success sort themselves out?  Don’t those larger pieces come together as a natural consequence of devoting your day to doing what you love?

Carrie

I’ve been thinking about the times when we feel so boxed in, or buried, or when we are trying to stop the Titanic from sinking. How do we turn our ship around?

When I look back at other times when I felt this way, I realize that there was always a “motor for the moment.” Something that rebooted my energy, or provided that needed spark or that realigned me. I’m thinking that necessary motor we can fire up can always be found somewhere in the heap of our lives. I think it’s a matter of digging deeper into the heap or looking in spaces perhaps you’ve ignored. That burst of renewed optimism or energy might come from talking to someone new about your situation. Or doing something totally different from what you’ve been doing. It simply might come from a coffee and a heart to heart with a really wonderful unpolluted friend. It might come from dropping everything and going surfing or to the bakery for some honest reflection and apple pie.

If we believe our life is supported and resourced perfectly, and if we look for it, we will discover the motor for the moment.

Carrie

My mom lives 1038 miles away on an island in British Columbia Canada. Friday mornings at 10am we have tea and talk over Skye. So at 9:50am I can envision exactly what my mom is doing. She’s in her kitchen making her tea. I’m doing the same in my kitchen in southern California. At 9:55 I can see her headed to her office upstairs, tea cup in hand. As if by magic the geographical gap between us closes.  At other times, I place my computer on my kitchen countertop and Skye with my niece and nephew while I make  dinner. As they chat away about life, I feel like we are almost together in my home. 

For this home grown gal, time with my family is everything. Now that we live in different countries, all I can say is thank God for Skype!

Carrie