287 Days–And Nineteen Years

There have been several weeks over the course of this project that I have wanted to call it quits just because I got tired of it. I soldiered on through those low points. This was the first week I almost blew it for any reason other than indolence. This week life at the Jesus Crack House…

Slow Yoga Recommend

Just popping in to deliver the Tinas today. Also, for those of you who liked my Slow Yoga series I stumbled across this slow practice with Noah Maze on YogaGlo. Fans of slow-poke yoga (long holds, deep concentration) should love it. The Chef made fun of Oct. 1st. He called it Meditating Where The Dog…

The One with the F Word

My friends, wellness isn’t just food, rest, and movement. It’s not just a list of rules. We call it a practice because we bring ourselves into closer alignment with health and vitality and then we drift out of that alignment. Then we come back. We do this over and over again, returning to better alignment….

Pulp Friction

My wellness practices this week have been largely based on survival. I’ve been working too hard. It’s damn infuriating that the rewards of working too hard are generally not rewarding at all. As usual I find myself embroiled in a steamy hot love affair with Exhaustion. I am caught in the muscled clutches of Exhaustion like…

252 Days of Tinas

Yep. I’m officially sick of taking self-portraits. The practice has now become a challenge because I’m simply tired of doing it. 252 days are enough. At this point I just want to see it through to the 366th day and then enjoy some time away from the camera. The only image from this week that feels remarkable…

August Wellness–A Most Pleasing Double Entendre

I attended a corporate banquet with The Chef last weekend. It was his corporation, not mine. I’ve noticed most employees dread those things. Few people relish forced socializing with coworkers; forced meaning it isn’t their own idea or choice (and usually off the clock). I didn’t mind because it wasn’t my employer or my coworkers….

Born of Necessity

The Tinas project rolls on toward the end of August. We are (I am) so close to two-thirds finished. A self-portrait for every day of life in 2016. It has not been easy. As I have learned during so many Novembers when I try to accomplish “Thirty Days of” Whatever, doing it every single day…

231 Days of Tinas

Another week without social media. The impact on my wellness has compounded. In a good way. I never realized how much of my own living condition I could ignore or drown out with the constant input and preoccupation of social media. Even physical discomfort. On a daily basis. On an hourly basis. Now that I’ve…

Bash On

Here we are. The first Tinas post sans Instagram–whew! This was some work, my darlings. I had to work hard on these without the ease of Instagram. But I ain’t gonna lie; working harder for it made it much more satisfying this week. This shows me that I was taking the practice for granted. Instagram…

The Instabye

On Monday Instagram launched Instagram Stories on the mobile app. On Monday I deleted my account. Back when Facebook acquired Instagram I feared that it didn’t bode well for the platform. I’ll let you read all about it yourself rather than toss up a fresh rant. I’m really just here to post about it because it affects the Tinas. I…

Percentile Legs

The end of July seemed to be all about legs, if you believe the Tinas. Quite unintentional. Well, I don’t know. That’s probably not a completely true statement. Our legs make up about half of our bodies. It’s hard not to include half our bodies if we are ever going to shoot anything other than…

Every Day Confrontation

Elevating the art of self-portraits to a wellness practice, every day for a calendar year; it’s work. It’s easy to make it look like fun but it is work. At the 203 day mark I’ve cultivated a commitment to creating seven images per week relative to how I want to feel and the work I will…