This is method worked for me last Sunday — in only ten minutes. I hope it supports you, too.

Photo of my leg, being held in a stretch by a yoga strap, with Christmas tree.
View from Part Two of my morning stretch.

I woke up last Sunday morning with no plans, other than an evening visit to the local light show at Descanso Gardens with friends. Otherwise, it was an open winter break day filled with the gift of time: no work, no grading, no household chores — nothing but opportunities to…

Wellness is not a trillion-dollar industry with a single goal. It’s an ever-shifting process that should be accessible to all.

View of a person balancing on a railroad track in the distance.
Photo by Niklas Ohlrogge on Unsplash

It might be the understatement of the century to state that wellness is hot right now. In 2018, the global wellness economy was valued at $4.5 trillion, and it’s growing every year, particularly alongside the seemingly never-ending multiple pandemics that include COVID, systematic racism, and structural inequities.

Of course everyone…

A series of semi-found haikus for my city

View of a single palm tree under the moon in L.A. in January 2022.
photo by poet.

ocean’s breath hovers
moonlight and palm — a basin’s
tensile strength ensconced

this los angeles
this desert city of youth
and dreams and weird things

like trees that are not
trees, that have no wood or shade
but that call me home…

A poem of gratitude for the gift of a tiny nest outside my front door

Mama hummingbird lands in her nest.
Mama hummingbird lands in her nest. Photo by poet.

To the mama hummingbird
hugging her nest tight
under the waxing gibbous moon.

I promise not to get too close,
but I will bring the children by
in the morning.

We’ll tell them to whisper,
to tiptoe, to wonder in awe
at your spiderweb home.

They’ll understand that you are
watching…

You tested positive. Or you’ve been exposed. But you feel relatively fine. And the walls are caving in.

Car view of Foster’s Freeze drive thru.
Foster’s Freeze. One day, we’ll get there. Photo by writer.

It’s not just the five days, per the CDC guidelines, or the ten days per every other scientist on the planet, or the five days plus a negative test, per California’s guidelines, or not, per the CDC, or whatever updated protocol you’re following that defines your quarantine.

Because then your…

A poem for what is rather than what might have been

View of my gardening journal with hand-written plans and nasturtium in the background.
A view of my gardening journal: I had plans that did not come to fruition. Photo by writer.

What was supposed to be a bed of calendula
and chamomile is now only nasturtium.

While I slept and while I stumbled —
the garden grew,

not as I had imagined,
nor wanted.

No spinach or kale.
Nothing to eat.

But we are not of another century
or of another place…

E. Katherine Kottaras

M.A. English// M.S. Kinesiology, Integrative Wellness. Contemplative teacher & writer. 🏳️‍🌈☮️🌴🍕 Chronic pain yields chronic hope. https://linktr.ee/ka

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