All posts by: kathleen@katmcintyre.com

Rooting in During Heartbreak

Two weeks until I drop my daughter off at the Air France terminal – India bound – to start her next phase of life and finish her last 2 years......

Donkey Kisses and Good Medicine 

Laughter is good medicine  – not a gesture of pleasantry or out of nervousness, but a genuine laugh from the belly or heart.  Who doesn’t love a belly laugh… but......

Seeds of Inspired Action

Inspired action – the seed of the first Earthday back in 1970.  Rivers were literally on fire, dumping of industrial toxic waste was a free for all, habitat loss and species extinction......

3 Powerful Ways to Reclaim Your Natural Rhythm…Essential Adaptogenic Herbs and Strategies

.. Do you remember a time in your life when you felt in the flow? When you noticed synchronicities and created space to glean the wisdom and aliveness of these......

Sight Restored – the Haze Lifts

Recently I was reminded by John O’Donohue of the precious gift of seeing a landscape for the very first time.  That moment of absolute newness, a feast for the soul and......

A Love Affair with Central America

The way I was living was sucking my soul dry.  I was lost, depressed, developed eating issues, and was surrounded by a world of binge drinking and illusion.   Ecology 101......

Sip from Winter’s Chalice… before it’s too late. 

We are closing in on the sweet spot of the winter season, the midpoint between the winter solstice and spring equinox –  where the medicine of winter can be received,......

Winter – the Time to Unpack Your “Bags”

Winter is the time to unpack the heavy baggage you have been carrying the past year and rest. As your load gets lighter, you come home to yourself. Without unpacking your bags in the winter, you continue......

3 Steps to Reclaim Winter and Create Your Best Year Yet

In the northern hemisphere, the New Year lands on the other side of holiday busyness and into the heart of winter. I love the new year – not for its......

The Sweetest Heart-opening Practice Ever.

All is silent, except for little feet crunching leaves and the sound of birdseed landing on the ground. With each step, my shoulders drop, I begin to feel a little......