Monthly Archives: June 2021
Amy Culberg, the well-known writer and humorist with a diehard following, (myself among them) has a powerful teaching story to tell about how she banished a repeating nightmare that had plagued and exhausted her for years.
I love this story because it broadcasts the very empowering truth that there are ways to kick those hideous nightmares to the curb – and in weeks, not months.
Nightmares from posttraumatic stress are nothing like regular, garden-variety, scary dreams – they don’t shift or change, degrade or fade over time. Nope, they stay the same, and remain as vivid and contemporaneous every miserable time.
OK, I admit it, you won’t find me jogging at any other time. But did you know that when you sleep, no matter how quietly your body is lying there, your brain is running laps?
We used to think that sleep was a time when the brain rested just as much as the body did.
Now we know that our brains are arguably as active during sleep as they are during waking hours.
We'd love watching this group of nurses kill it on America's Got Talent no matter what, they're so inspiring and full of energy and fun. But the fact that they're from Northwell Health, the forward-thinking hospital system that uses 3 different Health Journeys guided imagery streaming pages to dispense resilience and mental health to patients and staff alike?? Well, that's just the best.
Posted: June 01, 2021
Okay, so we know many of you’ve been perfectly happy with our old app, but some of you have suffered frustrating glitches and have wished certain features were otherwise.
Lord knows, we tried to get the developers to fix them. Sometimes they did. Sometimes they didn’t. Mostly it was a feckless time-suck on our end. They kind of had us over a barrel, so the best we could do was pull out every possible trick from our well-worn Book o’ Shameless Persuasive Tactics – begging, flattering, challenging, appealing to their higher instincts, appealing to their lower instincts… you name it, we tried it.
Bottom line: they were not losing sleep over the ways they were leaving us flatfooted. (Clearly they had not been exposed to my mother, who liked to wag her bony, arthritic finger while saying “A deal’s a deal”.)