by Stacey Robbins | Sep 25, 2018 | Business, Dreams, Real Life, Spiritual Practice |
Happy Fall! Happy Full Moon! Happy “I Let Some Things Go and I Feel Like a Normal Person Again!” Good Lawdy Lawd… Am I the only person who puts a lot of pressure on herself? The only person who tries to grab one more grocery bag with her free pinky? The only...
by Stacey Robbins | Sep 17, 2018 | 100 Day Gong, Dreams, Hashimoto's, Spiritual Practice |
Happy September! I woke up with a cool breeze in our apartment after a week of hot, bright sunshine that felt like too much sometimes. It was all sun, all the time for the last 7 days. Too. Freakin’. Much. Kind of like how my life feels sometimes — even...
by Stacey Robbins | Sep 4, 2018 | Dreams, Hashimoto's, Real Life |
Tonight, instead of working more after a 12-hour work day, I decided to take my 14 year-old for a beach walk. We walked and talked and when we got to the sand, he did a cartwheel. I used to love cartwheels but the last time I’d done one was 30 years and...
by Stacey Robbins | Aug 28, 2018 | Dreams, Real Life, Spiritual Practice |
The last two weeks, I’ve spent my morning meditations with Dr. Joe Dispenza. He’s a pretty good meditation partner to have and here’s why: Joe’s story is remarkable: he got hit by an SUV while riding his bike in a triathlon in 1986 and then, foregoing surgery,...
by Stacey Robbins | Aug 7, 2018 | An Unconventional Life, Dreams, Real Life, Spiritual Practice |
You know, growing up in New Jersey as a little girl, summer time was about eating breakfast and disappearing until my mother called us in for lunch… which we would eat as quickly as possible before heading out until dinner. We’d run and play, climb trees, ride...
by Stacey Robbins | Jul 31, 2018 | An Unconventional Life, Dreams, Hashimoto's, Real Life, Spiritual Practice |
I love sea glass. There’s something about the soft-edges of weathered, broken bottles, ushered to shore by the waves that deliver it to me, that makes me feel smooth and special on the inside. It’s a treasure. And sea glass is never the same shape. It’s got...
