My Beauty Uniform

"Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful;

for beauty is God's handwriting- a wayside sacrament. 
Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, 
and thank God for it as a cup of blessing."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Before you judge me as a narcissist (and, by all means, feel free) let me explain this post.  I regularly read the blog Cup of Jo.  You can read her series by the same title here.  I find it so interesting to read about how other women view beauty, what things they do to feel and look their best, and what compromises they won't make for outward appearance.  In the back of my mind I thought it would be fun to write a similar post.  (For the record, the other beauty uniforms are full of photographs.  Pictures tell a wonderful story.)

This picture looks like me to me.  I am a healthy weight, 
my hair is natural, I am wearing workout clothes, 
and I've got Boo in my arms- the light of my life

I have always been a seeker of beauty.  I look for it everywhere- the splash of color when I slice open veggies for dinner, the delicate bloom of a garden rose, the look on my students' faces when I recognize who they are.  My friend Christina recently shared this video on her blog, showing how powerful it is for people to look each other in the eyes with silent respect.  There is so much power in being truly seen for who we are.

As I get older and spend more time alone, I am realizing the importance of taking the time to see myself.  I am learning to look past what I perceive as imperfections- the cellulite on my thighs, the beginnings of wrinkles across my forehead, my uncontrollable hair- and see the person underneath that.  Do I like her?  It is important that I do.  It is important to be proud of yourself.

This is me after completing the Porcupine Hill Climb.  I was so proud in that moment.

 I did the majority of my training alone and had two major oral surgeries and the flu

 in the months prior.  When I see this photo, I see courage and Grace.

This photo was taken on the same day as the bicycle climb. 

 I had showered and had a salon blow-out.

A funny thing about beauty is that it can't be your top priority.  It has to have some substance underneath in order to be real.  As my brother Joe wisely says, "if looking good is your top priority, then the highest spot that being a good person can have is number two."  If being a good person is your top priority, you're going to have a surprisingly beautiful life.  

Me and my mom.  This was the first time I filled in my brows.

Hello eyebrows!  Hello bold lipstick!

School pictures 2013-2014

So, that said, here is my beauty routine. I love make-up. It is transformational and fun. I had permanent eye liner done five years ago and it makes my routine so much easier. Doing my make-up in the morning takes about five minutes. I spend more time cooking and meditating. I use three basic products- Clinique superbalanced foundation in ivory, Maybelline mascara in brownish black, and MAC eyeshadow (which I use to fill in my brows) in omega. If I’m feeling special, I’ll add blush or lipstick or Clinique chubby sticks on my eyes.

My hair is naturally super curly. If I brushed it, I would have a fro. I have tried out different products, but right now I’m liking the Loreal Paris line for curly hair. I just scrunch in something at night when I shower and let it do its thing. I straighten my hair about once a month or so either at home or at the salon. When I do that, I try not to wash it for a few days.

My favorite moisturizer is coconut oil.  I believe in taking time each morning to sit still before the busyness of the day hits.  I believe in drinking lots of water and eating natural food.  I also have a serious addiction to sugar and caffeine.  I do the best I can.

As far as personal style, I love anything that looks classy, elegant, and simple. I love pink and flowers.  I love little necklaces or jewelry that is meaningful. I will never tire of my Chuck Taylor Converse all-stars. I also appreciate being able to get sweaty. Half my wardrobe is workout clothes.

Speaking of workouts, I exercise almost every day. I do a mix of cardio, Pilates, dance, and yoga. I love learning to move my body with strength and grace. I am not one for pushing around big weights (my body excluded). I love my bike and spending time outside. I just love the sense of freedom I get from being outdoors. I love the sights, sounds, and smells I experience. I love to clear my mind and connect on some level with nature. Nature is a phenomenal teacher.

Me and my grandmother.  She will be 88 this month.  

I would describe her as happy, sweet, industrious, and beautiful

Growing up, I watched my mother be herself. She is such a lover of truth that she doesn’t know any other way to be. She taught me to think for myself, to tell the truth, to work hard, and be kind. I watched my mother and father live lives that were directed by and deeply motivated from the heart. Superficial things have never been important to them. They are beautiful people.

I hope I never have an answer to the question “what is beauty?” It has a mysterious quality that keeps me seeking. I do know that beauty comes when there is presence, authenticity, courage, humor, and a genuine willingness to connect with another human being. Beauty is a reflection of its source- infinitely unknowable, infinitely kind.

All Private Goals Are Neurotic

If I have extra time after meditating in the morning, I like to draw an inspirational book from and open it to a random page.  It is remarkable how often the message is the perfect fit for my present reality.  Today I pulled the an Osho Zen card from a set my friend Carolyn gave me a couple years ago.  When I turned it over and read "STRESS," I laughed out loud.  Here is what it had to say:

"ALL PRIVATE GOALS ARE NEUROTIC.  The essential man comes to know, to feel, 'I am not separate from the whole, and there is no need to seek and search for any destiny on my own.  Things are happening of their own accord.  There is no need for me to make any struggle, any effort; there is no need for me to fight for anything.  I can relax and be."

It goes on...

"THE ESSENTIAL MAN IS NOT A DOER.  The accidental man is a doer.  The accidental man is, of course, then in anxiety, tension, stress, anguish, continuously sitting on a volcano.  It can erupt any moment, because he lives in a world of uncertainty and believes as if it is certain.  This creates tension in his being: he knows deep down that nothing is certain."

March Wellness

I strongly encourage you to focus on your internal journey this year.  

Choosing health and happiness doesn't make you any less hardcore or dedicated

 than those that refuse to give up a ripped midsection. 

 It takes a lot of courage to place more value on the things people can't see. 

[but]... when you feel whole on the inside, that is what you and everyone else will see on the outside.  -Brooke Erickson

I came down with a cold this week.  It isn't too bad, but it is enough to make me re-evaluate my habits to promote greater health in my body.  I've been paying too much attention to what other people claim is healthy and I ignored what I know is good for me.

I was very sickly as a child.  I caught every bug that went around and it took me forever to get better. I had my tonsils out at 12, sinus surgery at 14, was diagnosed with mono at 17, Epstein Barr at 18, and chronic fatigue syndrome at age 19.  I worked closely with two different doctors through my twenties.  One put me on antibiotics and steroids for 3-6 weeks at a time.   I had many medical tests, one of which resulted in my heart stopping completely for a time.  None of modern medicine's tools worked for me.  My sickest years were my first years of teaching school.

Finally, in 2010, I was so sick and tired of being sick and tired that I began to look for my own answers.  That is when my healing began.  It was a very long process and is not over.  I tried many different remedies including eating a strict vegan diet for six months (at the time it helped a lot), eating two cloves of raw garlic everyday (less helpful and quite gross), using a neti pot (still love it), turmeric tea (no thanks) and acupuncture.  I started doing yoga.  I stopped using a microwave and started cooking most of my own food.  Over the last five years I have found tremendous healing.  It is amazing to look at how far I have come.  Among my discoveries is a diet that works for me.

This wonderful "March Wellness" infogram is from The Yellow Table.  I know I'm a week late, but I am claiming the rest of March for my own wellness.  This means that I will be looking inside for what my body needs.  I might have to dial back my workouts.  I am taking a week-long break from my beloved coffee and avoiding dairy like the plague since it seems to trigger infection for me. 

There is so much to say about food.  It is so powerful.  It fuels us and keeps us going through everything we must accomplish.  I love it so, so much and hope to write much more about it.  For now, here's a look at a some of my favorite meals.

• My favorite breakfast is a bowl of porridge with flaxseed.  It is so warm and nourishing and the fiber is awesome.

• It is important to take the time to sit down for lunch and dinner and try to include proteins for muscle repair and veggies for fiber and vitamins.  My favorite proteins include eggs, chicken, lentils,black beans, tempeh, and fish.  I love to cook with lots of spices, garlic, onion, oils, lemon, and herbs.

• I love to snack so I am going to continue to pack a fruit (usually an apple) and a vegetable (mix of celery, carrot, cucumber, and bell pepper) to work everyday.  I'll still eat a bunch of other processed snacks, but the fruits and veggies help cool, clear, mineralize, and alkalize the body.

• I love herbal tea and also drink about a gallon of water a day.  I also love this supplement  which has honestly saved my life and helped with all the fevers I used to have.  I drink a scoop mixed with apple juice and water every morning.

• I have a major sweet tooth so I try to focus on treats that have some nutritional value as well.  I love these chocolate chip banana cookies for example.  I also love homemade cookie dough bites made with almonds, oats, coconut oil, and honey.

I want to be clear that my diet is not perfect by any means.  I will still eat a bag of chips in a single sitting and some nights I am so tired that my dinner is a giant bowl of cold cereal.  But I am not aiming for perfection, I am aiming for wellness.  I know that when I take tiny steps, big shifts happen.  I am hoping for greater and greater well-being as I tune out the pressure to be "hardcore" and return to the simple practices that keep me going.  And, as my friend Shannon reminds me, that is its own kind of hardcore. 

The Power of a Daily Meditation Practice

For me, just sitting quietly is the most nourishing gift to and from my inner world.
 It is also a gift to the larger world.

-Russell Delman

Meditation is the best and also the most important thing I do each day.  It is the ground on which the rest of my life is built.  It has changed my life more than anything else.  I cannot put into words how grateful I am for my practice or for the people and events which have helped put my practice in place.  Everything I have wanted has come from that place of stillness and presence that meditation connects me with.  Everything.  If I could offer one tool to help people live a better life it would not be diet or exercise or even education.  It would be the power of a daily practice.

 I am not a meditation master by any means.  I have only been meditating for about two and a half years.  For almost the first three decades of my life I had no concept of meditation whatsoever.  It was completely foreign to the way in which I lived my life.  Making time and space for meditation has taught me to value being over doing.

Usually I meditate in the morning after I’ve had my coffee.  I use various recordings or just follow my breath in silence.  Mostly I sit in a traditional posture, but some days I lie down.  I meditate at night or in classes as I am able to.  I try to find moments of my work day where I can also sit still or teach my students to sit still.  I skip days here and there.  Some mornings I end up finishing my coffee on my cushion and petting Boo for the duration.  It counts.  It works.  After meditating I will set an intention for my day or offer a prayer or goodwill for those in my life.  My prayers usually involve letting go of my personal will and opening up to the ground of being (also known as reality).  Meditation has helped me trust that reality is infinitely kind, loving, and supportive of us.

I don’t know how or why meditation works, but I know without a doubt that it does.  It unravels the knots we have tied around ourselves.  Through sitting I have been able to cultivate kindness towards myself and an ability to welcome and inhabit more aspects of my life.  I have been able to cultivate kindness towards others and forgive grudges I was carrying.  Meditation has brought a peace, presence, and stability to my life that I deeply long for.  It helps me see more clearly what my priorities are and it helps manifest those priorities in my outer life.  It puts me in touch with our inherent nature which is noble, wise, and good.  It is the single best gift I have ever given or received.

I would like to close with a blessing taught to me by Erin Geesaman Rabke in her Embodied Women class which I offer you.

Through the power and the truth of our simple practice

May we and all beings have happiness and the causes of happiness.

May we and all beings be free from sorrow and any causes of sorrow.

May we and all beings live in equanimity without
 too much attachment or too much aversion

May we and all beings live recognizing and honoring the equality of all that lives.

Authenticity Is A Form Of Love

"It seems to me that being authentic is being brave enough or just candid enough to be honest about what you are experiencing or who you are, whether it is popular or not. A person gives a gift to other people when they say, 'This is what happened to me or this is how I truly feel, no matter what the popular belief is about what I should feel.' Whenever you are honest, you are speaking for a thousand silent people who don't have the voice to say what they really feel or are really experiencing. So, if you ever talk about [the thing you went through], you will touch a million hearts. Because you are speaking for more than just yourself. You are never alone in what you are feeling."

 - from Joanna Goddard's mom

I finally received my lab results from my doctor today. She said that the cells which were "highly abnormal" turned out to be just mildly abnormal. She said that she is very confident that they will clear up on their own and I can come back in six months to make sure.

I felt so relieved at the good news! My heart felt infinitely lighter. I am not sure whether the first diagnosis was a mix up or whether all the good will I received changed things, but it doesn't really matter. I am grateful to be doing better emotionally and physically.

 I am still questioning whether I should have shared anything publicly, but I keep remembering that "the only censorship we apply to ourselves is the kind that will censor other people's genuine right to be whole." That's the opposite of what I want to do. To share a moment of weakness is to make yourself vulnerable, but to make yourself vulnerable is to show your true strength.

I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be authentic, or to be true. I hate the phrase "be your best self." It sounds exhausting and like you might have to hide stuff that isn't "best" quality. I prefer the simple phrase "be yourself." Or sometimes I tell my friends "let your freak flag fly."

This summer I had the great privilege to spend five days in Paris by myself. Those were probably my most favorite days of the entire year. I soaked up the opportunity for peace and quiet in such a romantically beautiful city. One evening I took a long walk along the Seine. There is a bridge where lovers can lock up their love and throw away the key. I stood there for a long time. Its funny, but I almost never feel lonely when I am alone. I promised myself that I would take good care of myself always. I promised myself that I would be there for me and I wouldn't do anything to intentionally harm myself. It probably sounds cheesy or maybe even self-absorbed, but I needed it. I needed to know that I am not alone in my own company. I needed to know that I wouldn't compromise on my own happiness.  I needed to break down the barriers between who I think I am and who I actually am.

Last week I wrote about learning to receive love and support from outside.  But it is equally important to receive it from within.  Authenticity is a way of supporting ourselves.  I realized recently that love means accepting someone or something exactly as it is.  Anything else is conditional.  Authenticity is one form of love.  It is allowing ourselves to say what we feel, be who we are, and change as we go.

I still wish I had not made a private thing so public, but I decided to own it.  It is part of my life experience and I'm working on welcoming my experiences instead of hiding them.  I may have earned a new wrinkle this past week and I want it to have its place in the map of my face and life.

I loved finding this haiku in my Instagram feed this week.  Wishing you the courage to be authentic,  We can do all things. :) 

Thoughts on the Difficulty of Receiving

Love cures people- both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.

-Karl A. Menninger

I intended to write about teaching school today, but (as usual) life had other plans for me.  This was a rough week.  My job is almost never easy.   I am multi-tasking all day and dealing with dysfunction on a level that is hard to explain.  The onslaught feels relentless.  I try not only to not complain, but to celebrate the good moments.  I try to show up for my students as best as I can and then go home where I can be alone because deep down I believe people are exhausting and its up to me to take care of myself.

This week was especially hard because we had parent-teacher conferences which means 12 hour days and dealing with even more people than usual.  It was also Valentine's Day which means the kids are hyperactive.  I was at my wit's end by Thursday at lunch when I checked my phone and saw a call from my doctor's office.  After some phone tag, I was finally able to get through to the nurse with my only free time in the entire day.  I've had abnormal paps in the past so I was trying to quickly tell her that I knew my results were abnormal.  The nurse interrupted me.  Her voice sounded serious.  "Your pap is normal.  Your cells are highly abnormal.  On a scale from low to severe, we are seeing some very severe changes with you.  You need to come in so we can rule out cancer."

I immediately felt anxious.  My heart rate increased, my appetite disappeared, and I wanted to crawl out of my skin.  I stayed at work to finish conferences and then came home where I lay awake for much of the night.  By Friday morning I was an exhausted wreck.  I decided to post something on Facebook because I sincerely needed some help.  My hope was that a couple of people might say a prayer for me.

What happened instead was that many, many friends reached out to me with kindness, prayers, well-wishes, and offers of support.  I felt so embarrassed.  I only wanted a little bit of support so that I could keep taking care of everything myself.  I didn't feel like I deserved that much good will.  I didn't want to intrude on people's lives or take up more attention than I deserved.  I couldn't even read the comments.  I just wanted to make sure that I "liked" them so my friends would know I appreciated them.

It wasn't until I went hiking with a good friend today that I actually stopped and let in the love.  I started telling her the story and about how I had received so many calls and messages.  I told her how embarrassed I was for using up more than my share of love.  And then the tears came as I actually allowed myself to take stock of the great community around me.  I felt overwhelmed with gratitude and humility.  It actually turns out that I am not on my own.  

I find it very fitting that this came about on valentines weekend.  I consider myself to be very independent.  I am single and proud of it.  I can do hard things.  On Valentine's Day I usually buy flowers for friends and make dinner for other people.  I celebrate the opportunity to let my loved ones know they matter.  This year I have been too stressed out to do that.  Instead I am the one receiving the love.  I am the one receiving the flowers and the dinner.  It is really hard for me to do.  But I am reminded of something my friend said on our hike: "how great that you could give people the opportunity to share their love."  Woah.  What?!  When I let go of my need to be the "strong one," I actually allow my friends and family to step up and give what they have to offer.  And when they are in the seat of feeling vulnerable or weak I get to give back to them.  That is how we all remain alive.  

It is through the giving and receiving of love that we get through this crazy, messy, and heart-breaking thing called life.  I still feel embarrassed, but I am trying to let go of my ego and allow myself to be supported by the love.  I am broken open by the outpouring of support I have received this week.  Happy Valentines Day to the beautiful souls I get to share this experience with.  Celeste loves you.

Choosing Ease as My Reference Point

Hard work is not the path to well-being. Feeling good is the path to well-being.You don't create through action; you create through vibration.And then, your vibration calls action from you.-Abraham Hicks

I love this photo I took on a camping trip to Notch Peak.  This grove of aspen trees was powerful.  There was not a soul around except for myself and my two friends.  We each took some time to sit still and listen.  That moment is still living inside of me.

I've been experimenting this week with what happens when I use my sense of ease as a reference point.  I want to share what I've learned.  I started with this inquiry:  "what is worth losing my sense of ease?  My inner experience of well-being?" Here is the answer that came to me:  "nothing is worth losing my inner sense of stability and calm, my experience of ease."  This is just a different way of saying "don't sweat the small stuff" and "its all small stuff."

Throughout my day there are multiple invitations towards dis-ease.  Challenging people and situations tempt me to go chasing down some black hole of anger, or complaining, or shame, or blame, or confusion.  But the truth is, these invitations are simply not worth it.  As Annie Dillard reminds us, "how we spend our days is how we spend our lives."  I love this.  From my experience, the means we use to achieve an end are inextricably woven through the end we experience.  They are the material we use to create our lives.  I want my means to be ease-ful, peaceful, and bright.

My life is just like yours- complicated, frustrating, and challenging.  I watch myself become impatient with my students, annoyed with family members, critical of myself.  And then I notice the long-standing, open invitation to return to wholeness.  Why not be happy?  Why not relax?

I've just finished a very long week of work, household chores, exercise, social engagements, obligations, difficult relationships.  I have not had enough sleep, or time.  But I can sense within and around me a feeling of abiding ease.  I know this ease is available to me always, but I also know that I have to consciously chose it.  I am choosing to keep this sense of ease as a reference point,  I can notice when I leave, and I can choose to come back quickly.

I can remember the untroubled aspen.  I can inhabit that space also.  Even in a busy life.  And, as the quote above states, my outer world will begin to reflect my inner state.

Wishing you ease, lightness, and abundant joy this coming week.  Thank you for reading.