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I am a professional worrier from a long line of worriers.  When I’m not worrying, I worry about why I’m not worrying.  There so SO MUCH to worry about!  Taxes.  My funeral arrangements.  Hitting the highway before traffic gets crazy (hahaha  As if there’s ever a time anymore!).  Will they have ginger at the grocery store?  I lose sleep over these things!

And when I’m done with me, I start worrying about you.  How’s your liver doing?  Your pancreas?  Is it still working okay?  Will you ever catch a  break from the things that threaten to break you?  What about your taxes?  Funeral arrangements?

It’s exhausting and utterly absurd and I KNOW this.  Still, I can’t seem to stop it.  And then I started reading Tosha Silver’s Outrageous Openness.  In it, Silver speaks of worry, about the dangers of spreading worry, and she offers an antidote – blessings. 

I’ve decided to give it a try.  I’d like to share an excerpt from Silver’s essay on worry and blessings,  but instead of typing aaaaaaaaaall of it out, I thought I’d read it to you.  I hope it proves helpful.

Excerpt from Tosha Silver’s Outrageous Openness – “No Worry, Send Blessings”

May you be blessed.  May your loved ones be blessed.  May all that exists be blessed.



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May this video make you happy.

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gone fishing


I was first introduced to the notion of not practicing as part of an active practice in Jon Kabat Zinn’s book Wherever You Go, There You Are. The very watered down summary is essentially that you cannot fully understand the value of a practice and what it does for you and your life until and unless you stop the practice.  Using yoga as an example, a practitioner cannot really understand what yoga has done for her body, mind and soul, unless she’s been away from the mat for a time.  Then she can witness her body’s aches and pains, her mind’s neuroses and whirring reality, and her sense of disconnection from spirit, to name a few things.  Conversely, when she returns to the mat, she can witness the suffering moving out of her.

Well, folks, today is my quasi day of non-doing.  It has been a long, grey winter and, as one who is not fond of the cold, it has led to many months of being cooped up inside.  The beginning of Spring has proven to be quite soggy.  Today, however, is a moment of reprieve where the sun is shining brightly and the outdoors are simply begging me to come out and play.  Okay, it’s more like my nose is pressed up against the glass and I’m calling out, “Can I, Mum, hunh?  Can I, can I go outside?”  The garden beckons and, just for today, I must obey; the clouds and the rain are scheduled to roll in again starting tomorrow.

So, I honour my dedication to my writing, to this blog, to you, the reader, enough to come in and lovingly say, “I’ve gone fishing.”  May you also have the opportunity to “go fishing” when your heart and soul need it the most.

Many blessings and much love,


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I never anticipated when I started running my own business that I would face an identity crisis like no other.  I began this site as Twisted Positions; it was my way to teach by prompting people to twist things up and look at them differently.  Plus it was kind of a cool connection to the twisty path of Yoga.  As the business began to mature and I read and (sadly) listened to the “experts” in the field of marketing and all things business, I thought my site name should “mature” as well.  I mean, what did twisting things around have to do with Reiki and my other creative pursuits?  *sigh*  So I changed my name to Peace Is Within You. That just sounded so much more….reasonable.


And while it’s a great name, I can’t stand it.  So I am circling back to my roots and my original intent–to twist things around, to encourage others to do the same for themselves, and, hopefully, in this way, to find freedom from suffering.

Twisted Positions.  In the famous words of Regis Philbin, “Final answer?”  Yes, Reg, final answer.  In the world of the interweb 😉 I am Twisted Positions.

What’s in a name?  EVERYTHING!  May you always remember who you are if ever you lose sight.

Many blessings,


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Believe it or not, I’m not a big fan of talking about myself.  It’s one thing to talk about thoughts and another thing altogether to talk about process, history and personal story.  But there comes a time when a person (like me) has to suck it up and put at least some of it down on the page.

I’ve finally fleshed out my “About Me” page.  If you’d like to learn a bit more about the person behind the words, come take a look:  https://twistedpositions.com/about-me/.

Have a great day!


**Sheesh….I suddenly feel so naked!  🙂  Can you please hand me that sweater over there?  ;P


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I don’t know about you but I am a chronic worrier. I know, I know, a Yoga teacher with chronic worry.  That’s stuff for another post.  😉  But it’s true, I worry….endlessly.  I worry that I will even worry myself into an early grave.  Nothing I’ve come across so far has really helped me with my worry.  Positive thinking surely has not.  Imagining scenes of puppy dogs and kitten cats?  Not a chance.

Today I came across this excerpt and I think this guy has some very interesting ideas.   Robert Leahy has some nice twists on dealing with worry and, as the name of this blog suggests, I’m all about twisting it up. I’m definitely going to give some of these things a try.  You may want to as well.



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The Blank Page.  I have been staring at this thing now for quite some time.  For a LONG time.  For MONTHS now.  The Blank Page is daunting to anyone who has a passion for words.  A vast expanse of nothing begging to be filled with some form of brilliance, a brilliance I expect myself to bring.  Except I have been feeling less than brilliant lately.

It was a friend’s statement one evening while we were enjoying dinner that got me pondering this blank page.  “You need to write more consistently,” she said.  Those words always make my heart sink to the vicinity somewhere near my ankles.  Heaving the usual sigh I replied, “I know.  But I’m staring at the big…blank…page!”  “Then you need to write about the big blank page,” she said.


How does one write about The Blank Page, about the nothingness that descends upon a writer’s mind, the kind of nothingness that seems so endless it keeps you up at night?  I thought, Well, it’s like writing about an open field blanketed in snow.  HOW THE HELL DO YOU DESCRIBE THAT?!!! It’s a whole bunch of NOTHING!  Big…deal!

And the answer came:  Look at the field through the eyes of a poet.  A snowy field is far from lacking in description.  Look at it as a poet.

It’s true.  A poet would see the undulations of the land beneath the snow.  She would see the shadows cast, the sparkles of the sun.  Heck, she would even see the minute details of each and every individual snowflake. So I began to investigate The Blank Page in the same way.  What could I see?

Truthfully, I could see nothing outside of The Blank Page, but I could hear something beckoning to me, so I decided to listen.  The Voice had many layers.

The first layer started with, “Ach!  Why?  Who cares?  I have nothing to say.  I can’t write when I have nothing to say.  I’ll wait for inspiration to strike and THEN, when I have something useful to say, I will write.”

Which moved to, “Time.  I HAVE NO TIME!!!!!!!!!!!  Can’t you see that?  What do you expect from me? Miracles?  Between working to pay our bills at jobs I don’t particularly enjoy, and studying yoga for our upcoming classes, and co-maintaining a wonderful relationship, and trying to keep in touch with friends, and cooking for people and the cats, and preparing food because YOU have decided to go gluten-free, and fitting in a yoga class or exercise, WHEN, pray tell, do you expect us to find the time to WRITE?!!!  WE HAVE TO SLEEP SOME TIME, YOU KNOW?!!!”

And underneath the anger were rich tears.  Hot, sad tears that led to a despair that speaks to the desolation of my soul.  “It’s not supposed to be like this,” said the sad Voice.  “This is not the way it was meant to be.”

Desolation of my soul.  Starvation.  Inattention to my needs.  The Blank Page, which clearly isn’t blank at all,  begs the larger question:  How have I been ignoring my needs? 

The Voice asks, “How can you feel inspired, how can you be capable of giving, Tabitha, when you have deprived your soul-body of any sustenance?  When was the last time you spent any quiet time with yourself, in complete solitude?  When have you touched base with the Nature that surrounds you and fills you up?  When have you last spoken with the birds and the trees and the sky and the wind?  When…have…you…last…spoken…with…God?”

At the very centre of the question there lays a silence, a stillness that only comes from understanding, from truly understanding the process.

The Blank Page is a signpost, a checkpoint that says, “Kiddo, you’re running too fast and you’re losing touch with what is.  You’re too bound up in duty to everyone and everything outside of you and your God.  You are starving yourself here, becoming spiritually anorexic.  You need to feed.  In order to thrive, to be at peace, and to love, you MUST feed.”

Last week I went for a long walk and heard the voices of the trees.  I explored a bit of the world around me by going to second hand clothing stores just to see some of the remarkable things out there.  I played for a bit.  I prayed for a bit. And I began to feel myself coming back on track.  Admittedly, I still do not feel I have anything of brilliance to say but I feel okay enough within my world to admit to that. And I am feeding, taking slow small bites of the world around me, rejuvenating my soul in the same way I would begin to nourish my body after a fast.  Just as the winter-weary world is doing around me, I am slowly coming back to life, one…small…step…at a time.

So now I ask you: When The Blank Page, in whatever version speaks to you, shows up in YOUR life, what is it trying to tell you?  Listen.  Learn.  Feed.  So you can live.  So you can Love.

Many Blessings,


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