I used to do this consistently with my first blog and I am thinking I’m going to bring it back. I, with the help of Marie Kondo’s first book cleaned out about 100 books of myself help book collection (that day was a cannot stop laughing day btw). So now I have room to replenish. My first item is from the both loved and hated Elizabeth Gilbert. I am team Elizabeth, along with team Martha Beck, and team Anne Lamott. Due to a synchronicity I know I’ll read this twice:
If you loved Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge (not Olive herself but the book) you will love this one. Added benefit: therapy for your beef with your mama.
And finally, I caved in, and joining every housewife in Fairfield County and Tribeca by readying this. Signora Ferrante, we need more books.
And for last, a way to learn to love vegan not just because it’s good for you. Made my first meal which you already know if you follow me on social media. I love Mark Bittman and I think he is on to something here.
Oh, and today I was reminded that silence is best in the Mysore room. One of the sweetest people I know made a quiet sympathetic comment to a new practitioner who was next to her, after a difficult pose, and she almost got her head bitten off. We were all so rattled, nobody knew what to do or where to look. So shhhh okay? That Nadi Shodana is no joke.