 Dear Friends,
As many of you know, this past week I moved out of my house in DC, and moved into an apartment where I’ll be staying for the next few months while figuring out the next steps in life. The apartment I’m in has pretty thick carpet on the floor, and I didn’t want to move on the carpet for hours a day, so off I went to Home Depot to “create” a studio for myself. My first attempt failed…turns out, laminate planks over carpet simply doesn’t work when it comes to stability and staying together…so after a very unstable day of classes, back I went to Home Depot to return my first attempt and get my next. My next attempt was a sheet of plywood and a roll of wood-grain laminate…and let me tell you, I miss my boys, but I really missed my boys when carrying a sheet of plywood by myself. Even so, I was successful at this attempt, I was successful at getting the plywood on my car and ratcheting it down with compression straps with both gratitude for the guy who helped me put it on my car, and only mild annoyance about the same guy hovering around me to see if I could actually attach it to my car safely. I was successful at getting said plywood from my car into my apartment (and was so very grateful for my own strong and capable body while doing so). And, most importantly, I really like the way my studio turned out, it feels stable and good and I love the way it looks. As I’ve been in my studio the past couple of days though, I can’t help but think how my studio set-up parallels something that I think we all struggle with. We all live our own experiences, we all deeply see our own hardships…but sometimes, I think, we see others' lives from outsiders perspectives, and we assume their lives are better than our own, they’re happier, they’re more fulfilled, they have fewer problems. And granted, that might be the case…but oftentimes, like with my studio, there’s more than what we can see. I wonder how it might feel if, when we inevitably start assuming others’ lives are easier than our own, we take a step back and recognize that there might just be more than meets the eye. Have an amazing week, my friend. Love Krista
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 Dear Friends,
We are barreling towards that time of year, the time of year of life transitions. Transitions in season, in weather are coming soon to tangibly mark this change, but for many, transitions into a new grade, or a different time of life are imminent. Many of my peers, like me, are dropping their kids off at college either for the first time, or for a new year. This time of year is a time of change for many. Oftentimes transitions are hard. They can fill us with uncertainty, with an amount of insecurity, with a deep lack of grounding. Some transitions are filled with grief and sadness that we have to work through and process. And then there are many transitions that are lifegiving and full of excitement. But no matter the emotion surrounding said transition, all represent an amount of unavoidable change and a life that looks and feels different then it did before. I wonder how it might feel if, in the midst of those real, tangible transitions that we all inevitably have, if we’re really able to lean into the spaces in life that feel grounded, that feel secure, that feel stable. What might that grounded space look like to each of us, what might it feel like as we walk through those times of uncertainty and change? Each of us will have a different answer to what that grounding might look like and feel like, but I think there is deep benefit to be had by being willing to look at what that grounding, that stability, that steadiness might look like to us individually and being willing to find said grounding in our own lives and experiences. I hope you have an amazingly grounded week, my friends. Love Krista  The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. Wendell Berry  Dear Friends,
I recall a day, several years ago now, when I was sitting by a creek. It was fall and the leaves on a tree across from me were falling from said tree and gently traveling to the water below. I recall I was struggling with some emotions that day, and I think I was feeling a bit stuck, but I’m honestly fuzzy on the specifics. As I sat there, I was mesmerized by the leaves as the tree released them and they swooped down, some fast, some slow…all traveling toward the water...all on some sort of new journey. The phrase “and intentional letting go” has yet again stuck with me this past week as I prepare both mentally and physically not only to move myself, but in that same weekend a few weekends from now, move both my boys to their respective colleges. I’ve been thinking about this new phase of life I am entering with regards to intentionally letting go. There are times throughout our lives, big and small situations, when the right thing to do in said situation is to hold on and walk through, and there are times in life when the right thing to do, or perhaps the only choice we have, is to let go, to find new, to start on a different journey. That new journey is not always easy, and sometimes is downright scary, but I think, with intention, purpose, kindness and understanding towards ourselves and those around us, we can strongly walk and forge our way through new paths and on new journeys, even if they might be scary. I hope, this week, you feel supported on whatever journey you might find yourself on. Have an amazing week, my friend. Love Krista  Dear Friends,
This past weekend I spent a few days with some dear friends at the beach. Saturday morning I took a long walk on the beach by myself, enjoying the smell of the ocean, the repetitive motion of the waves, and the sounds filling my ears. Last week I ended my post with the phrase “an intentional letting go”, and, turns out, that phrase has stuck with me personally and has continued to inform my life this past week. While I was chatting with a student last week, something she said gave me pause and allowed me to realize and internalize something. I realized that I had been taking sole ownership of some deep seated stress that doesn’t belong solely to me. It was a small, inconsequential turn of phrase she said, and yet it drastically changed how I was thinking and feeling about this space and time I am in. As a result of that conversation, I have been working on intentionally letting go of the ownership of said stress. Now, letting go of ownership doesn’t mean my responsibilities have suddenly gone away surrounding the stress…I still have to show up and work hard and fulfill my part, that hasn’t changed, but it’s not just on me. As I was walking along the beach last weekend, I was marveling at how a shift in my thought process could make such a difference in my body and my mind. Yes, I have the same amount of responsibilities, but the weight of the situation is so much less. I hope this week we can all spend a little more time intentionally letting go of those areas in life we need to let go of. Have an amazing week. Love Krista |
Hi, I'm Krista!Krista Mason is a movement instructor based in Washington DC. She founded an online strength, yoga and movement studio, teaches group classes, hosts both local and overseas retreats, hangs out with private clients, and absolutely loves the work she gets to do. Archives
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