Do you ever wonder how to outlive a food craving when it’s happening? Kripalu Yoga teacher and Senior Life Coach Aruni Nan Futuronsky shares her wisdom on self-observation without judgment and realigning in the moment.
I look in the mirror. I meet my gaze. A soft hum of criticism begins in my brain. Then John Lennon’s poignant song, “Look at Me,” comes into my mind: Look at me— Look at me—oh, my love. Oh, my love Here I am. Who am I supposed to be… Who am I supposed to […]
It’s Friday morning and I’m on the scale. I weigh myself on Fridays—more frequently than that potentially feeds my obsession with my weight, but anything less than that tends to close me off in denial. I’m on the scale, and I’m not happy with the numbers. When my dog, Lucy, died a few months ago, […]
Have you ever had success making sustainable changes in your life by being mean to yourself? Have you ever bullied yourself into change? Has white-knuckling it or an attitude of deprivation ever served you well? Let me guess your answer: Of course not. You might have been able to modify behavior for a time through […]
Like many of us, after dinner and before bedtime is the part of the day in which I might find myself hungry—not necessarily physically hungry, but wanting something to fill me up. As I trolled around my kitchen one night, some years ago, an extraordinary thing happened. I noticed that my hand was reaching, as […]
The ache of this memory is etched in time, reignited today in this cold December afternoon. It is of another cold winter afternoon in a long-ago December that I speak. I am 12 years old and I sit alone on the city bus in the fading light, heading up to the Hill Section and my […]
In this excerpt from her latest book, Aruni—a life coach and 20-year Kripalu faculty member—explores the idea of practice as a conscious experiment in compassionate self-observation. The concept of practice is both misunderstood and underutilized in our culture. Our Western minds set us upon a new endeavor as a task, like a dog with a […]
The temperature was only 39 degrees this morning, the lowest it’s been in months. Walking the dogs at 6:00 am, I huddled into my insufficient fleece jacket, hands punched deep in my pockets. Where were my gloves? Scarf? Hat? It seems like only a few minutes ago that I put all those wintry things away. […]