 Dear Friends,
My first Christmas that I spent away from my boys, three Christmases ago now, I had a feeling of fear and desperation at the thought of spending the holiday by myself. So off I went to my sister and her family’s house…my sister's family might have enjoyed having some of the holiday to themselves, but I deeply needed a place to land and stay, and I will forever appreciate them being that place that year. A few months ago, when thinking about this year's holiday plans without my boys, I was marveling at the difference a few years made. While that first Christmas by myself was surrounded by a distinct feeling of fear and desperation at the thought of being alone, this Christmas I was actually excited for a day to myself. I made plans to head to my sisters for Christmas Eve, and then to have a purposeful alone day full of movies, books, and a nice long soak in the tub on Christmas day. As it turns out, instead of my alone day, I randomly decided a couple of weeks ago to buy a ticket to California to surprise my parents and another sister and her family on Christmas day, so, barring unforeseen weather circumstances, I should be in Cali when you read this, and my alone day is going to have to be rescheduled. Even so, as I recalled the emotional difference a few years made in my own life, I’ve been thinking about the growth and progression in our lives. Sometimes when we’re in the middle of a journey we can’t see the growth and change we’ve made along the way, and it gets discouraging….but it takes looking back, recalling where we were and where we are now to see how far we’ve come and how much we’ve grown. My dear friend, I hope you can take a little time to look back and see your own growth as you walk through this life. I hope you have an amazing week and a lovely holiday season full of connection and ease. I am so incredibly grateful to each and every one of you. Love Krista
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 Dear Friends,
Last week I talked about those times we wander a little, but are not quite lost… A couple of weeks ago I was in West Virginia hiking in one of my favorite wilderness areas, Dolly Sods. As I walked along the snow-covered trails and enjoyed the beauty of the world around me, I noticed the lack of trail markings. This particular wilderness area has trail maps, and signs at trail splits, but, on this particular day and on this particular trail I didn’t see any markings or blazes as I meandered. It was clear where the trail was, there were plenty who had gone before me through the slightly snowy terrain, leaving abundantly clear markings where the trail was….but I was thinking, if I had come right after a snow, when the world was blanketed, unless I was deeply familiar with the trail and the terrain, it would have been wildly irresponsible of me to go traipsing through the woods. Now, I’m sure there are many with which wandering on an unmarked and unclear trail covered in snow would not be irresponsible…perhaps those who grew up navigating maps and terrain on the regular, who could navigate said snowy trail responsibly…but, let’s be honest, that’s not me. It wasn’t irresponsible of me that day a few weeks ago, because my trail was clearly marked by those who went before me…but as I walked I was thinking….while there are times wandering a little can be the right thing, there are also times it is best to decide when to stop, when to turn around, when it’s time to call it…whatever it may be in your life. I hope you have an amazing week my friend, and the trail ahead of you is clearly marked, or if not, you know when to call it. Love Krista  Dear Friends,
I was in Rock Creek a while ago, right at the beginning of the fall when the leaves were just starting to turn. On my way home from work I decided to pull over and get a little walk in the woods in my day. It wasn’t a spot I normally park, so I entered the park by a trail I am not particularly familiar with, and then immediately got on a trail that in time became clear was not a “real” trail, but was more like a cut-through. As I meandered through the woods, I realized I knew approximately where I was, I was in no danger of getting lost, but I didn’t actually know where I was. I could pinpoint an approximation on a map, but certainly not with any real accuracy. And while I wasn’t lost, I also didn’t know exactly where I was, and I didn’t know exactly where I was going. I eventually ran into a trail I was familiar with, and suddenly I knew exactly where I was. As I walked I was thinking about how this space I suddenly found myself in feels very accurate to life sometimes. There are times we don’t know exactly where we are, There are times we don’t know exactly where we’re going…and there are times when it takes a little wandering through the unknown to get to the known...and that can, at times, feel very disconcerting. My dear friend, if you’re feeling a little lost in the woods of your life right now, I hope you can find a little more peace right where you are at this moment, and perhaps, in time, you might find a little more clarity to know exactly where you are and where you should be. Have an amazing week. Love Krista  Dear Friends,
A couple of weeks ago I talked about my experience with the Kintsugi workshop. As you might remember, Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with gold, creating something new in the process. The first part of the workshop was, if we’re being honest, really frustrating…trying to accept and embrace the imperfection of the art, while also trying to get the pieces to just stick together. It took patience, waiting, deep breaths, more patience…and still the pieces of my broken vase wouldn’t stick together. After what felt like forever, I finally propped something against two pieces so they stayed together, and then quickly put the other two together so the four pieces were supporting each other. And after that it was easy to build one piece on another…because the pieces in the base were supporting each other and in turn were supporting the rest of the vase. I was thinking about how true that is in life…when we’re willing to reach out and accept the help and support of those around us, how much easier life can be. Now, I’ll be the first to tell you that, as a wildly independent person, it’s hard to ask for and accept help and support…but I do think life is easier, better, and more full of love and community when we’re willing to reach out to those around us and accept help when we need it. I hope you find a little more support, community and love this week, my friend. 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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