Tools to nurture your creative spirit.

A Quiet Moment at Pond’s Edge

This morning I pulled into the cranberry bog to run my dogs. It was a sticky eighty degrees and the air that hung over the pond was heavy and palpable with humidity. As the sun glinted through my windshield I noticed a gaggle of geese and their goslings. For the past month I’ve been watching them every morning. On the first days of spring that begrudgingly emerged from winter I noticed them pairing off, sailing deliberately around the pond in couplets. A few weeks later their goslings appeared as tiny fuzzy spots on the water that paddled between the bulk of their protective parents. I watched over several days as one adult pair had three, then two, then only one baby left and I wondered what had happened to the small babies in the twenty-four hours since my last hike. 

    A few days ago I noticed how big the goslings had grown, they were still awkward with big round bellies but they were about half the size of their parents. Their puffs of down were replaced with tawny feathers that shone sleek and glossy in the spring sunrise. From their nesting spot in the tall grass they ran in front of my car and towards the safety of the pond. Zoë, my half-pint Dobe, began yipping excitedly in the backseat. The goslings had tiny wings that stick up from their backs when they run, they look like a waddling version of a football with antennae. I burst into laughter at their awkward gate as Zoë kept up her excited yips. 

    But today was something different. They sat easily near the tall cattails at pond’s edge, and as we pulled in they lazily turned their heads towards the car then went back to grooming and eating. Like most wildlife at the bog, they had grown accustomed to our presence. Plus, they probably figured out that my Dobermans have a propensity to sink rather than swim, so they felt safe at waters edge. I’m grateful and proud that they feel comfy around me and my pack.

   I’m hoping that the wildlife at Three Dog Farm will feel the same way. Hubby and I are closing on our new house today-a Victorian home with a barn that is set on eight acres on the South Shore in Massachusetts. When our rowdy pack shows up, I wonder what the deer and squirrels and hummingbirds will think. I hope that over the years as The Man of the Place and I cultivate and nurture our garden and woods that all the wildlife, animal and human, that visit will come to know Three Dog Farm as a place where they can sit at water’s edge and relax, safe and comfortable and loved.

Zoë the Half-Pint Dobe sprinting by the pond this spring.

Zoë the Half-Pint Dobe sprinting by the pond this spring.

Letting Go with Grace

The Challenge
Learning how to let go with grace. 

The Challenge Decoded
So much of our suffering comes from clinging onto that which no longer serves us. We know the drill, we've got a nasty habit that we want to change, but sometimes hanging onto it is preferable to the unknown. Or, we cling to people; we are so afraid to lose them that we begin to act all "crazy town banana pants" in an effort to keep them close! We usually end up making ourselves, and those we love, nuts in the process.

Your Takeaway
Practice letting go with small easy stuff; when we practice letting go every day, we are in training for those Big Moments when life wallops us.
The best way to practice is to take a deep breath and the video below for three minutes of nature inspired letting go. 

Watch the video for my best quick tip for letting gorgeous New England autumn views! xox


Happy Autumn Equinox!

Little treat for you today, a quick two minute video straight from the forest, designed to help you balance and calm your energy as we move into Autumn.

Today is an awesome day to take stock, slow down, and honor the fruits of your labors during the past year.

If we take a cue from Mother Nature, the leaves are dropping as trees draw their energy into their root systems in preparation for cooler weather. In the same way, we can take a few moments today to inhale deeply, draw our energy down the center of our body where it will purify our hearts and help ground our energy. The intentions we sow in this sacred breath will come forth when the light returns with the Winter Solstice in December.

I encourage you to take a few moments today; have a cup of tea, take a walk after dinner, wander over to the nearest window and relax with the sun on your face. Each time you return to your breath, you purify your heart, which in turn will help you manifest your dreams.

Om Shanthi Om
Peace to You

p.s. if you love this kinda thing, I highly recommend the work of Ted Andrews. Two of his books are at my bedside and are important reference books in my cottage. Animal Speak and Nature Speak. Click here to learn more.

#1 Tip for Creative Inspiration

Today I'm writing you from my cozy kitchen in Southeastern Massachusetts. The dogs have settled in for their post-hike nap, and I'm enjoying a cup of coffee in the peace and quiet before the chimney guys arrive. We're hoping that the family of squirrels that nested all winter long in our defunct chimney have vacated as a result of the stinky deterrent the guys threw at their nest, and that we'll have a fully functioning chimney by nightfall! Living close to nature means finding a way to peacefully share our property with all manner of critters: coyote, fox, squirrel, birds, deer, and our neighbors goofy Labrador Retriever!


The Challenge

To find a way to inspire your creativity when you feel stuck.

The Challenge Decoded:

Look no farther than a walk! Find out what Beethoven, Steve Jobs and Charles Dickens all experienced: walking stimulates and moderates your creative flow.

Your Takeaway-watch this quick video to get you inspired now!

It's the Little Things...

It’s snowing here again in Massachusetts! After a major blizzard last week we find ourselves with schools closed again as the snow streams down in windy blasts.

In between clearing my car and driveway of snow and taking snowshoe walks with my dogs, I’ve been contemplating the richness of life inside my cozy cottage. My yoga practice is keeping my body easeful, even with all of the shoveling! Gallons of hot tea with raw local honey is a lovely humectant soother that is helps my tissues stay hydrated in the dry, cold air. It seems that these small acts of beauty are nurturing me on a deep level. Life seems to be about the beautiful little things, these small acts of beauty and bravery in the face of our own resistance that fill us, mount and gather, giving richness to our days.

Notice and cultivate small acts of beauty, these nurture your creative spirit and bring light to your days.

Can you find my garden Buddha after the blizzard?

Can you find my garden Buddha after the blizzard?


Here's two little things that nurture me:

  • Ayurnas-I use this natural oil treatment to help soothe my dry nose. It’s great for cold or allergy sufferers. It’s a lovely oil infused with natural eucalyptus, rose, sandalwood and other botanical extracts. One of my students calls it “Miss Gita’s Magic Oil”. I can’t take the credit, but you can read more about it by clicking here.


  • The most relaxing song ever. I’m a music therapist, and quite picky about the music I listen to and play for my students. This song is a winner, each time I use it in a yoga class scads of people come up to me and ask about it. I play it at night as I’m preparing for bed, or during a yoga practice at home. Click here to listen. It’s also available on iTunes

Whether you are working on a big project at work, taking care of a family member or taking care of daily chores, small acts of nourishment can remind you of your happy and peaceful nature.

How about you-is there one small and lovely thing you can do for yourself today? 

Om Shanthi Om,

Gratitude and Flying Dogs

From Gita: 

Got a major case of the grumpy pants? Today, I'll share my best tip to shift your mood! That, and my dog takes flight at the end of the video. Make sure you watch until the end, there are a few doggie bloopers, too! Filming with dogs is always an adventure!

From Jessica
Growing up, I remember saying “I’m bored….” And my mom would always respond with: “Go for a walk.” I resented that. I wanted her to say something more along the lines of let’s go shopping or something equally rewarding. The notion of walking didn’t seem like a reward until I had children of my own.  

In survival mode with small children, strapping them into the stroller and going for a walk is as rewarding as it gets sometimes.  Once out into the open air and released from the confines of home and endless chores and tasks, walking helps relieve tension and is good for a stressed out body!  Mom is relaxed, so the children relax and enjoy the world around them.  I remember my second daughter was a very colicky baby, and we walked at least twice a day.  She would fall asleep in the stroller and when we got back, I would bring the stroller into the house and let her continue her nap. That gave me alone time with Jaylin, to play or read a book together to help us ease into the demands of another child. The walk would relax us so our alone time was maximized as we truly enjoyed that special time. I would not have survived those days without that stroller. It was my lifeline. 

As my children grow up, walks look differently, as they are not all strapped into the stroller. This makes our walks a little more stressful, because we have to worry about safety and everyone staying together. I miss the days of the stroller! The benefit of them being out of the stroller is that they can now experience the natural relaxation of walking that comes from the rhythmic movements of putting one foot in front of the other in nature.  To deal with the stress of safety concerns, we enjoy our walks most when we are submersed in nature, such as at the beach and on trails in the woods.  This immersion is almost poetic, in a Robert Frost kind of way, because there are no material things to relate to. Emotions and all of the mind stuff that causes so much chaos is silenced in the surroundings of nature and all that just is.  These types of walks happen less often, but are most enjoyed because of that escape from reality that is felt where worries and thoughts and safety concerns and all that hold us back are temporarily forgotten.