At this moment, we are not just suffering from COVID-19, we are also suffering from the absence of a dependable source of fact. It is specifically in times of public crisis when we look to steady leadership for reliable information. Sadly, we are now left groping in the dark, anxious, experiencing the end of the truth.
Can we cohere as a society around the truth for the common good? Let us know your thoughts below.
Now that we have awakened to what makes life sacred and worthwhile, we know this: We are enough. Right here in our pajamas. We are enough.
We can envision a new human story, once obscured by smog, but now visible on the horizon not solely because we’ve awakened but because we stopped spewing filth into our skies.
In our quarantine, something shifted. Quietly, as if out of a collective unconscious, we all imagined the same thing.
Bonus points for how big you smile...
Ever since I first heard Chubby Checker sing “Let’s do the twist” at a second-grade sock hop, I’ve loved songs that make you shake your body until you can’t breathe, or stop laughing, or both.
Shaking just feels right. Happy, wet dogs wading out ponds and tiny kittens trembling for a warm touch know what I’m talking about.
I don’t need to teach you any poses or positions.
Amazon.com has no special equipment to sell you.
Carpet or hardwood, it’s all good.
No partner required.
Welcome to the perfect social isolation self-therapy.
Turn on some music.
Set a 5-minute timer.
Don’t. Stop. Moving!
In this little timelapse, Julia and I were listening to:
What is your favorite shake soundtrack? How did you feel after...
We have inevitably been forced to adapt and evolve in the face of COVID-19.
What patterns have you seen evolving? Are you learning to live with less? Are you experiencing more gratitude for what you do have? Have you gotten out of your pajamas today? (I'm personally business casual on top, bedtime jammies on the bottom ;)
We'd love to hear more about how you have been coping with this new way of life. (as best you can)
#Commune #Commusing #COVID_19
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We cannot transform that which we refuse to feel. You probably were not taught to sit with discomfort or acknowledge your pain. It's more socially acceptable to numb out than tune in. Yet the key to healing on a psychological level is connecting to those parts of ourselves that feel out of control and wild. The only way to heal is to feel and process our feelings. In this video, master teacher Hala Khouri explains more.
Hala Khouri is a co-founder of Off the Mat, Into the World, a training organization that bridges yoga and activism within a social justice framework. She leads trauma informed yoga trainings nationally.
Healing from trauma is just one important topic we cover in our 7-Day Spiritual Survival Guide, now made available and free for you to take through daily guided lessons.
Please use and share this resource to help you and others navigate through the stress and anxiety of this challenging...
Rose, Bud, Thorn is a nightly conversation game I learned as a summer camp counselor years ago. Surprisingly, it has become a big hit here in Commune Topanga quarantine. Every night Jeff and Schuyler’s daughters insist we play — maybe because they want to head off any talk of statistics and politics, but, I have come to suspect, because they crave the healing hidden in the game.
Here’s how it works: Each person shares their Rose, Bud, and Thorn for the day. The more specific the better.
Your Rose is something positive, an opportunity for us to collectively rejoice in your success or relive a happy moment. Recent examples of family Roses include:
“Today we picked a bag of oranges on a neighborhood walk."
“I got a good grade on my school essay."
“How sweet it is that we sit down for dinner as a family every night these days."
Your Bud is either something that shows promise and/or something bittersweet. This how we know what you’re...
This movement away from traditional religion has left a hole in many people’s lives including my own. Personally, I am yearning to connect with a power greater than myself. And I am looking to commune with others on a higher plane. For example, I am deeply drawn to the teachings of Jesus. I am less drawn to religious institutions that use faith to divide people and discriminate against “others.”
There is a saying, “God has no grandchildren.’ In other words, your relationship to God is direct. It’s yours. For me, this...
Plus, all fives of these common plants have a host of medicinal qualities. Here, our resident nurse and herb-nerd Julia explains some of their benefits.
What herbs are you harvesting and steeping right now? Let us know in the comments.
When we say honor the teacher, we mean honor their wisdom and experience. The best way to travel a land you’ve never been to before is with the humility of a stranger — and that sometimes means relying on directions and trusting the process.
So when Wim Hof stopped by and decided to throw an impromptu “BYOI” party (Bring Your Own Ice), it was an exercise in surrender. Grabbing your friends for an ice bath hasn’t gone fully mainstream and it’s no wonder why. It’s daunting, it’s scary, and it stands in the face of the common wisdom that you spend your life avoiding discomfort instead of actively seeking it out.
So you breathe, you listen, you surrender to the cold instead of your impulses and instincts. You let that thick Dutch accent wash over you as he beatboxes and pontificates, and you give yourself to the newness, the experience, and the space for growth within you. Waiting on the other side for you is the wisdom of expansion, of...
We have entered an era where the CDC is posting articles on how to make your own mask and videos with the U.S. Surgeon General in full dress uniform folding an extra t-shirt. Scientists are rigorously testing the filtration merits of vacuum cleaner bags vs. pillowcases.
In the early 1980s, my mother’s first job out of college was working for the local waste management facility promoting their new recycling program. I vividly remember her coming to my elementary school classroom to teach us the three R’s — Reduce, Reuse, Recycle.
Unfortunately, time (and corporate propaganda) has obscured that the three R’s are actually a hierarchy. Reduce your waste, creatively reuse what’s left, and only...