Author: Dana Gornall

Less Than Pretty.

  By Dana Gornall I came to dance out of necessity. At around age five, I would wake up fairly regularly in the middle of the night screaming in pain from leg cramps. My bewildered mother took me to the doctor (of course), who sent me to another doctor who recommended surgery to cut the muscles in my legs. They were tighter than they were supposed to be, and this seemed to be a quick and easy “fix.” Instead she followed another doctor’s suggestion and signed me up for dance. I quickly fell head over heels in love—the smell...

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Sewn Together.

  By Dana Gornall I have a patchwork quilt kind of family. While yes, I know most everyone does—families tend to contain varying degrees of personality types in them—but mine is quite literally a patchwork quilt. There is a part of me that is envious of the people who have ancestry.com accounts and can trace their lineage back to the Mayflower, early Japan or the Druids of England, but for me there are only stories and photo albums of those that have become my family through this hand crafted paper chain of people. It’s kind of tricky when my...

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To be Brave.

  By Dana Gornall I have a fear of heights. It’s not a crippling fear, like the kind where I can’t be in tall buildings or even go up in an airplane (although that in itself is another story), but my feet prefer to be as closely planted to the ground as possible. As a kid, even the monkey bars seemed daunting. While other children scaled them expertly, hand over hand, rung by rung, I felt drawn to the swing sets or would quietly wander off to the wooded section of the school playground in search of newly fallen...

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2015: A Time to Dance.

By Dana Gornall   I wasn’t always an introvert. There is a running joke in my family that when I was small, my dad just had to point to a designated space, call it a stage and I would gleefully run and stand in the middle of it and dance. Sure, I was shy by nature, but there was a part of me that craved at least a small fraction of the limelight. I have a memory that is cloudy—like one of those flashback montage’s you see in a sitcom—but the feeling left from it is still there and ever...

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At the End of Your Rope? Meditation for Parents.

By Dana Gornall Some people search far and wide for a spiritual teacher or journey. They feel like they need to travel to another country or don special robes to become spitiual. Maybe they seek out a teacher and study sacred texts. This is one way to learn about yourself as a person and test patience, practice mindfulness and find ways to be broken open. Another way is to be a parent. Nothing shines a light up to our weakness and shortcomings more than being sleep deprived, having your body become a human milk machine, training a toddler to...

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