Our day in the woods was almost over. But not quite yet. We still had a meditation session to do.
This was yet another part in the day that I was unsure of. I’d never meditated before. I’ve done deep breathing exercises at the end of a yoga session, but I didn’t have any idea if that’s how it was going to be at the retreat.
The meditation leader, another mental health professional, encouraged us to get comfortable in our chairs and close our eyes. She then began talking us through our breathing. As each thought or distraction came to us, we were told to Continue reading “The Women’s Retreat, Part 4”
So yesterday, I told you all about my first venture to a women’s retreat in my area. It was a chilly, rainy day that was spent from morning to late afternoon in a gorgeous cabin-type venue in the quiet middle of nowhere. We had already finished breakfast, introductions, and art therapy.
After a healthy (and delicious!) lunch, we were taught the art of tapping.
No, I don’t mean tap dancing or even the perfect way to tap a keg but “tapping” as part of the Emotional Freedom Technique, or EFT. Tapping is essentially an acupressure technique designed to relieve and reduce stress and remove negative thoughts. What it does is interrupt the brain’s panic during stress to shift its focus back from emotional to rational.
I have to say, I had never heard of tapping before. I was fighting my urge to Continue reading “The Women’s Retreat, Part 2”
Something happened this past weekend. I had an experience like never before.
Let me give you the backstory first.
A while ago, a dear relative (you know her as St. Brigid) invited me to join her at a women’s retreat, aptly named “Time to Breathe.” I agreed, of course. Mostly for her but also partly for me.
I had never been to a retreat or workshop before and wasn’t sure what to expect. Was I going to be nervous or feel uncomfortable? Were my fears going to get me, bringing out my shyness and anxiety? Was the day going to end (or start) with tears?
Finally, the Saturday of the retreat was here. Continue reading “The Women’s Retreat, Part 1”
What if? What if?? What if???
This question has been nagging at me lately. My OCD brings it on, and my depression wallows in it. It’s an obsessive thought that runs rampant if I let it. Continue reading “The “what ifs” in life”
In addition to my gratitude journal and a notebook I have that I fill with help and advice for my depression/anxiety, I have now started a “Good Things” journal. “What’s that?” you might ask. Continue reading “The good things in life”
Yesterday, Choo-choo spent the day with my in-laws while Diesel and I spent several hours on the river in our canoe. Under a cloudless blue sky and bright sunshine, we floated for seven peaceful miles, mostly hearing only birds, the wind, the water, and our friends.
With me in my large sun hat and Diesel in his Indiana Jones-type fedora, we basked in the joy of actually having time to clear our minds and not have anything to worry about. This hasn’t happened much recently. It seems even on our most recent day trips, there was always the element of some problem, Continue reading “Floating through nature”