 Dear Friends,
I’ve been thinking about my childhood home a lot lately, and the one thing that continues to stand out to me is my childhood home was a home of deep welcoming, of deep belonging. It was a small house, full of 5 kids, various extras living with us at any given time, with pet cats, rabbits, snakes, chickens, rats, turtles and a tarantula for a while, a canoe trailer full of canoes and a couple of 15 passenger vans frequently living in the driveway, and pretty near constant chaos. I had this spot up a tree in the front yard and a spot on the roof where I would frequently hang out and read or just be, because sometimes you just needed a quiet place of your own, which was hard to come by. But it was a house where you always knew you belonged, no matter who you were or what time you stopped by. My brother-in-law tells the story of the first time he came over. My mom had to feed him, because, well, you couldn’t come over without being fed…and so her offering was a hot dog and broccoli wrapped in a tortilla, because that was all she had in the house. Thinking about it, I don’t think all of our houses need to be places where anyone can stop by at any time…I think that’s a place of personal preference and very personal wants and needs and, frankly, not all are built for near constant chaos…but I certainly hope that you’ve experienced those places, those spaces of deep welcoming and deep belonging…where you know you’ll be accepted, no matter how or when you show up. Have an amazing week, my friend. Love Krista
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 Dear Friends,
I was thinking more about the mixture of the ancient and the modern again this past week. As I walked through the city in Athens last month, on any given street there would be ruins, remnants of an ancient world interspersed among the present world. The ancient and the modern, together. I’m headed to California next week. Part of the reason I’m going is to help my parents pack up my childhood home, their home of 49 years, to move to another state. There’s a mixture of emotions there, packing a house that is filled with all of my childhood, and some of my children’s childhood memories. While there is sadness and loss in that move, there is also a deep excitement in the life they will be able to build ahead of them, there is a deep gratitude that my parents get to move before they have to, when they get to make the choice for themselves instead of circumstances making that choice for them. The sadness and loss, and the excitement and gratitude can be held simultaneously, because we hold multitudes of emotions. We don’t have to feel one way or another, we can hold all. Just like those streets that hold both ancient and modern, we can hold multitudes. I hope you have an amazing week, my friend. Love Krista  Dear Friends,
A few days ago I was chatting with my son on the phone. He was on his way home from work, I was on my way to a class. It was rush hour in DC, coupled with the fact that it was on and off raining, and, as you can imagine, traffic was something fierce. We had our fair share of complaints about the traffic situation as we chatted. Our frustrations did not go by unnoticed As we sat there whining to each other in our respective vehicles, a bright rainbow burst out of the clouds and appeared all the way across the sky. The two of us saw it simultaneously and stopped our whining to wax poetic about the beautiful rainbow that had just moved into our vision. The rainbow didn’t stop the traffic from happening, my friends. The two of us were still frustrated about the state of Downtown DC and our navigation through the city. And even in that frustration, we got to share this magical glimpse of beauty in our day. Sometimes those places and spaces of beauty aren’t enough to stop and erase the trials and frustrations in our lives. And yet, my friends, we can still stop, enjoy, and notice the beauty and the magic all around us. Have a wonderful week, my friend. Love Krista  Dear Friends,
There are remnants of an ancient world interspersed in various metro stops in Athens, Greece. It is said that the building of the Athens metro system facilitated the largest archaeological excavation in Greek history, uncovering over 50,000 ancient artifacts and turning some of the transit stations into underground museums of a sort. I stumbled upon one such site as I came out at the Monastiraki Station a few weeks ago when wandering Athens for the day post-retreat. I hadn’t heard about this ahead of time, and was surprised to see a super archaeological display as I was exiting the metro. The ancient and the modern, intermingled together. I was thinking about that with our own lives. We don’t do away with the old when we integrate the new in our lives…this life is full of journeys and changes and areas where we can both shift and change, while simultaneously recognizing the importance and beauty of where we were before. My dear friend, I hope, as you travel along, you are able to see the importance of the here and now, and also the importance of where you were along the way. Have an amazing week. Love Krista |
Hi, I'm Krista!Krista Mason is a movement instructor based in the Washington DC area. She founded an online strength, yoga and movement studio, teaches group classes, hosts both local and overseas retreats, hangs out with private clients, writes weekly blogs and absolutely loves the work she gets to do. Archives
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