Flavia de Luce


‘Slowly I came down the east staircase, shoulders back and chin up. The old P&D: poise and decorum. Poise was keeping your knees and your lips together, your eyebrows and your nostrils apart. Decorum was keeping your mouth shut. I needn’t have bothered. There was no one in sight.’  —— Flavia de Luce

Thrice the Brinded Cat Hath Mew’d, by Alan Bradley (The most recent installment of the Flavia de Luce series. The first book is titled The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie.)

At eleven years of age, living with her eccentric family in the English countryside, Flavia manages to entangle herself in murder cases, utilizing her boundless curiosity and knowledge of chemistry. She is intrepid, inspiring, and causes me to read with a smile on my face.

Ever alert for the pithy quote that speaks to the business of life in a body, I found Flavia’s description of herself to be a humorous example of  the directions we often give ourselves, especially when wishing to make a good impression.

These were Mr. Alexander’s Directions with a Capital ‘D’:

I allow my head to move forward and up, that my spine may lengthen and my torso widen.

Next time you find yourself in a ‘shoulders back’ moment, give Mr. A’s Directions a try. And about keeping those nostrils apart, well, I’ll have to get back to you on that!



If Only

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‘If only the neighbor’s dog would stop barking, this would be the perfect neighborhood.’

‘If only there were more hours in the day, I could get everything done.’

I am relinquishing these and other perfection thoughts. Life gets missed  in the pursuit of perfection, and as an Alexander Technique teacher, that includes giving up the unattainable perfect use of oneself.

Mr. Alexander gave us a tool, a practice, a ‘procedure’ for the business of relinquishment. He called it Inhibition, and I had the opportunity to teach Inhibition to Denison University students this month, while filling in for a colleague on sabbatical. The old adage is true, what we figure out how to teach, we learn much better for ourselves.

This is what I learned. I have a choice. I can continue with habitual thought patterns or I can stop. Quit. Desist. Refrain. Demur. Respectfully decline. Aver.

When relinquishing perfection, we get to receive the beauty surrounding us, like the fronds of garden grasses shaking slightly in the breeze or the quiet enveloping the studio after the roar of rain on the roof, or the titmouse perched on the front porch drainpipe, his white breast bright against the crab apple’s gnarly branches, dark with wetness.

No strife. Just kindly refraining. Lightly choosing. As Mr. Alexander discovered, when we practice Inhibition, our physical self changes as well. Having stopped for this moment the pursuit of perfection, the body lengthens and widens, more fully inhabiting the chair, the office, the world.

May your day be graced with moments of full presence and peaceful poise.









Helsinki and Habits


I’m doing it again! The mere thought of writing to you has resulted in my habitual ‘work-mode’ use, that of over-arching the spine as I type. But here’s the good news. A wisp of noticing the habit means the habit stops. I don’t even have to try and fix it. Just noticing is enough.

And what will the topic be today, now that I have tended to my use?  Foremost on my mind are political news stories, which I have been following with the avidity of a reality TV show fan. If I found myself in Washington, D.C., working in the midst of its chaos, could I take good care of myself while participating in the carnival that swirls around our highest-elected official? I’m guessing not. Which brings me to a discussion of the limits of the Alexander Technique. If the Technique is to be an enhancement of health and well-being, its benefits are tied directly to many of our other daily choices.

Rest, nourishment, engagement with others and community, exercise, to name a few, contribute to wellness and health. I can ‘Think Up’ all I want, take AT lessons, lengthen and widen to my heart’s content, but if I am not rested or nourished, all is for nought. Balance of body must be paired with balance in daily life schedules and routines. And with my recent news watching binge, balance is no where to be found.

Of the many ways to spend a summer day, I have convinced myself there will be no  further news. It’s a rainy day out there, and I intend to be in the world of here and now, umbrella and all. The storms have passed, and what is left is a light and misty rain, perfect for a stroll through the ravine. Helsinki and its aftermath exist with or without me, which is not to say I have no obligation to respond as a concerned citizen. It does mean I can choose to relinquish my vigilance to the news feed, and take my Self for a walk.




Deep Summer


Cicadas saw away on a hot afternoon, the rich scent of cornfields waft over the hill meadow, swallowtails flit, fawns cavort. Cone flowers bloom and honeybees visit. A breeze blows through the open window. An evening with friends, ramekins of lemon custard garnished with mint and fruit, convivial toasts, and returning home to a good book and a quiet night.

Let summer delights take you into length and width.  Beauty is a portal into fuller presence, right in the place we find ourselves at any ‘given moment.’ Yes, the moments are gifts and we have only to receive them.

Wishing for you a summer weekend of loveliness–





Glenna Batson, faculty member at the 2017 Myrtle Beach Alexander Technique Workshop, encouraged participants to pose questions in place of  stating absolutes.  As an example, she defined the Technique with the question, ‘How do cognition and the senses become one?’

Questions she asks herself in the course of a day: Am I moving towards pleasure or pain?’  ‘What am I doing that’s excessive?’  ‘Who am I blaming for my current condition?’

This asking of questions is a relief from the futile attempt to have all the answers. Asking, instead of stating, allows for ease in my thinking, which then allows for ease in my physical structure as well. We cannot separate the two, mind and body, thought and structure. One of my most-used one-liners when teaching is, ‘As we think, so we move.’  And when we lighten up on our insistence for absolutes, and opt for questioning, mind and body benefit.

Inquiry is at the heart of the Technique, and the asking of questions invites curiosity and playfulness. May your day include a question or two about your Self, that glorious integration of mind and body. And as you inquire, may you be light of heart—






For Those Who Are Weary

‘Weariness invades your spirit

Gravity begins falling inside you,

Dragging down every bone.’

Author John O’Donohue, in his book of blessings, To Bless the Space Between Us, has poetically described downward pull, and I’m guessing he didn’t even know it! Mr. Alexander observed that many of us habitually have our heads down and forward of the spine, which compromises head/spine balance. A feeling of heaviness and increased fatigue are often signs that we are engaged in downward pull. When head and spine are happily in optimal relationship with each other, we experience instead a feeling of lightness, along with a quiet and sustained liveliness.

O’Donohue goes on to offer remedies for weariness (and downward pull): ‘take refuge in your senses, open up to all the small miracles you rushed through.’   Cultivating our kinesthetic sense awareness is one of the principal practices of the Alexander Technique. We notice our feet on the floor, the contact of sit bones with chair; we invite the lengthening of our spine as the morning coffee is sipped.

He offers another antidote for weariness and its partner, downward pull: ‘Learn to linger around someone of ease, who feels they have all the time in the world.’ We find an Alexander Technique teacher who can model for us a different way of responding to the never-ending stimuli of daily life. And we linger. What a lovely word.

O’Donohue ends his blessing with this kind admonition: ‘Be excessively gentle with yourself.’  I shall. Whenever I think to, and wherever I find myself, which this morning, was at a new neighborhood bakery, Flowers&Bread.


(With thanks to Sharon Stohrer, who gave me O’Donohue’s book. It’s a treasure, and  so is Sharon!)






Bird Life



Nephew Evan is graduating high school today. And it is also the day the baby wrens took flight on the hill!

The baby wren, its outsized feet clutching the perfect circle of the bird box opening, lengthens out to look up, down, and all around. ‘Wow. Just wow. There’s a world out here.’ And still those talons hang on to his known universe; the fusty nest of his hatching, complete with bright white fecal sacs.

One of his parents is latched onto the side of the bird box, a novel approach. Typically, they fly directly in, a marvel of precision and speed, bringing the next feeding. But now, as Mike and I watch from our perch inside the cabin, the parent seemingly cajoles the baby into emerging just a bit more. There is a tease of a food offering, but no, the parent flies away, making cries of encouragement.

With a call of surprise? celebration? wonder? the baby bursts out of the box in a flash and makes his inaugural flight into a nearby oak. Cheers all around! And there’s another one! This baby is smaller, but bolder, and quickly takes flight, landing in the meadow grasses. The wrens have fledged!  So has the nephew. Congratulations, Evan.

The grand world awaits. Stretch those wings and fly—-