wellpdx

So, I'm realizing these days that I don't know anyone who isn't stressed. Work, family, money, natural disasters in the guise of both mother nature and seedy politicians, the fact that we're all growing cell phones out of our ears -- these things are not easy to manage and it just seems clear that as permanent residents in this crazy world we're all bound to get smacked around by the big S on a pretty regular basis. Some years are better than others, but on the whole, we're all freaking out at least a little. Which, as far as I'm concerned, is not that big of a problem. Stress is stress is stress. Always has been, always will be. It's what you do with it that counts. Right?

Everyone wants to be stress free, they want to be pain free, they want their injuries to heal overnight, they want their kids to be geniuses, and above all they want to live more or less forever. That's great, quality of life is important. But

I just finished running my test workshop for the series I'm starting this fall - no surprise that it was ridiculous fun. What I didn’t expect, though, is that giving the workshop really caused me to reflect on how privileged I am to have been formally taught how to touch.