I sat with my arm around a young athlete. They were depressed and feeling not good enough, that feeling most of us have experienced at some moment in time. Not ___________ enough… just enter whatever word works for you.

What does that mean? What would you be if you were _____________enough?

How would you life be better if you were _______________enough?

I have written about this little antidote I read years ago and I no longer can tell you the source, but the seeker and the sage are in conversation.

“Dying is no solution.” says the sage.

“And living? asks…


I decided to go blueberry picking. Berry picking is a pretty nostalgic thing for me. When I was young, I would go blue berry picking near our home just about everyday while the low bush berries were around. I got started berry picking with my dad. He would get us all in the car and we would pick strawberries, then raspberries and blueberries. We harvested zucchini, beans and peas through the season. When fall arrived, it was apples and pears.

When my dad was still working, he bought a 55 acres of land and planted his own garden producing more…


Discerning is not something you do. It is a felt sense of alignment. Rightness. You have successfully discerned truth when the answer may, in fact, not be logical or make sense. Discernment is often illusive because our minds are very busy creating pros and cons list from which we predict the best answer. Wait… scratch that. We strive for the right answer.

Decision making occurs in the pre-frontal cortex located near the forehead. Emotionally based decision making occurs in the amygdala or some call this area, the more primitive area of the brain. …


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Week 1 of camp completed. Whew… Masks… follow the arrows… sanitize, sanitize, sanitize. I miss actually seeing faces, I miss smiles. I miss hearing words the first time. I miss hugs. I miss trust. I miss connection. Restrictions and masks may have prevented COVID, but I am not sure they are supporting our ability to connect and trust.

I will echo the sentiment of a friend… We are in this together… everyone… it’s global. It’s not provincial, national, cultural, racial, gender or gender preference specific. It is all of humanity. …


@nikkotations

Truth wove through my mind in the early morning today after dreams filled with a critic and a champion. In this dream, the critic was in fact, supposed to be someone there to help me. But instead gave me impossible challenges and spoke in a condescending tone, pointing out my inadequacies. The champion stood by, offering to support me and pointing out to the critic how the required efforts were too hard for me. The critic was stronger and more forceful. I felt disheartened, as if the reality was I was not enough and it was my fault.

With eyes…


This sparked one of those laugh out loud moments for me. Every morning and every late afternoon or evening, regardless of weather, temperature, or wind, I am out with to cover the minimum five kilometres with my dog. And often I am wearing this same attitude.

Trouble is, I have studied Yoga, kinesiology and climbing, as well as multiple other recreation pursuits for over three decades. I am a smart enough, studied enough human to also know THIS is NOT helping my stupid physical or mental health.

Oh… the irony…

I often describe Yoga to folks who have not yet…


Another night of sipping warm milk with spices, downing Tylenol and sweating through my t-shirt. Another sleepless night. I had been asleep, but only for a few hours when the sweats start. Another night of recrimination, the seemingly joy-filled critic in my head recounting the glass of wine, then a little more, then just another half glass and now paying for it with restlessness and sweating. Oh… menopause, I thought. What happened to those youthful years of drinking a whole bottle of wine alone and not being awake at 2 am? …


etymology.com

She lay still listening to the instructions. Allow the power of healing within to take the form of a symbol or image. She witnessed arms wide and reaching outward. She heard the words of the song, Freedom, “I don’t belong to you and you don’t belong to me. Freedom… Freedom… Freedom…”

Images of the singers, smiling, connection, love…

“I put my faith in the sound, it’s the one good thing that I’ve got.”

Faith. Her mind swirled back through time. First meditation… the word swam through her minds eye. Sitting in the hard chair at the Himalayan Institute. Beautiful and…


Every day during lent I would go to church and stand before the plaque reciting the prayers. Always self conscious of whether I was doing the prayer in the right way. Unsure of myself, fearful. Not sure if it was working to make me less of a sinner. Not sure how to feel forgiven. Finally breaking ties with an unforgiving church.

I took refuge in nature. Nature is my church. Her vastness, her power, beauty creating a sense of awe and inspiration. I would paddle her waterways, sail on her seas, hike through the trees and sleep under her stars…


What you tell yourself matters.

It is Smith Rocks Oregon in the early spring a few decades ago. I have a project (route I am trying to do without falling). I am prepared. It is time to try to send. Instead of going and trying, I pick a fight with my partner. Later that afternoon, I decide to go just climb on the route. I send.

The pressure of knowing all the conditions were set and it was THE TIME to send, created a narrative in my head that went like this. “You have to do it. Today is THE…

Heather D Reynolds

Climber, Adventurer, Yogini, Kinesiologist, Author, Teacher

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