Fight Club (with a different kind of fight.)

Like most of us, I have been working out at home and trying some new stuff. A few years ago, Lululemon partnered with Taryn Toomey who is the creator of something called ‘The Class’. Gwyneth Paltrow featured it on Goop and it gathered a cult-like following in the upper westside of NYC where Toomey teaches from her Tribeca studio. To be honest, that hype was enough to turn me off. It was the same for me when Kundalini yoga became ‘a thing’ because of Madonna’s endorsement of it.

But I happened upon an amazing Kundalini yoga instructor on the alo moves yoga app as I decided yoga was worth a try for dealing with chronic headaches. I had found that my conventional fitness regime of running and weights was doing little to relieve the tension and if anything, those activities exacerbated it. I felt I had to start unwinding from the inside out.

Yoga and stretching were a good start but it was the mental component of the Kundalini yoga that got me hooked. I started regularly doing an online series with the most charming woman who has the remains of a texan drawl but, swathed all in white including a head scarf, looks every bit the part of a yogic swami.

Gurmukh Kaur Khalsa is enchanting and full of mirth. Her youthful spirit belies her chronological age and so much of that seems to come from her general attitude about naviating life. “Life is going to be hard. That’s just who life is! But you can go on, even when you think you can’t, you just keep going!”

One of my favorite parts of her practice is when she talks about living in grace. Grace is more than the elegant posture of a ballerina, she explains, it is the intention and place from deep within ourselves that guides how we approach the world and our place within it. It is the place of ease and comfort we develop within ourselves from being kind in all ways to ourselves, each other, animals and our environment.

As we do Khalsa’s Kundalini yoga which my mom describes as pre-school yoga for its universal ease and joyfulness, Khalsa narrates her life philosophy which is the journey to experience enlightenment of the spirit. Kundalini is sanskrit for serpent and the idea is that enlightenment starts at the base of the spine and travels upward. The movements are entirely accessible and the relaxation and ease I enjoyed made a profound mark on me.

But I also wanted to incorporate some ‘traditional’ strength and cardio training and wondered if I could find it ‘packaged in’ a more wholistic kundalini type experience, meaning that I would feel inspired to be fully mentally present while I worked out. In the past, I had always used more difficult training as a way to ‘turn off’ the brain, and to escape my thoughts and worries. Meditation can be defined as ‘observing our thoughts’ but i’ve never been very good at being still and observing my thoughts. I wanted to find a rigorous physical exercise program that was also mentally rigorous.

In my reading about Taryn Toomy’s ‘the class’, I found it described as ‘an emotional exorcism’. I was intrigued. Gwyneth Paltrow’s ‘Goop’ describes ‘the class’ this way:

“This is one of those fitness situations that evades basic definition: Started by Taryn Toomey, it’s a self-titled cathartic experience, where you spend 75 minutes engaging in intense movement to “break open and activate ‘stagnant’ layers in the body.” In short you move, and scream, and shake, and yell as you release emotional energy–and get a pretty incredible workout in the process. It requires an open mind and a willing spirit.” 

Click the link for a 45 second video that gives you a sense of it (and was made to announce the collaboration between Taryn Toomey and
Lululemon.)https://vimeo.com/281978868?ref=em-share

After trying ‘the class’ online I was ruminating about it and realized it reminded me of the movie Fight Club. I hesitate to draw that comparison lest that seems it’s a criticism in any way of ‘the class’. I know it seems an extreme and bizarre comparison, but hear me out. Anyone who has seen Fight Club knows what a raw, intense, visceral movie it is. For those who haven’t seen it, I will summarize it by saying it is a journey into the psyche of a man battling the different sides of himself. On the one hand, the main character is an insurance company employee who lives in a picture perfect ikea-ed apartment, seems conventional and wears a suit. On the other side he is like an animal, fighting other men in a darkened basement, lit with bare bulbs and coloured by sweat and blood stains on the floor.

His boxing club, ‘Fight Club’ is hugely popular by men of all kinds. Suits are peeled off and men fight in only shorts, without gloves or mouth protection and teeth are readily strewn about the floor in pools of bloodied saliva. Men chant and fists fly. Black eyes, broken noses, cuts and deep bruises remain for members as evidence of their nocturnal selves.

(Click here for a link to a scene from the movie if you are interested.)

It’s an intense movie to say the least, but is some of my favorite work by Ed Norton and Brad Pitt. It’s super raw and gritty and disturbing, but amid all the violence and gore, there exists a kind of beauty. There is honesty in the raw portrayal of what it is to be human. And we humans, after all are animals. Fight Club is an unfiltered exploration into some of the darkest corners of the human psyche, where our animalistic impulses are distilled to their most basic elements.

I like that this movie reminds me that we are vulnerable to elemental desire, yet we also have brains that allow us some advanced powers of thinking and control. I think this creates a real paradox for humans. There are ways we want to behave and ways we are taught to behave. Watching toddlers play for only a few minutes reminds of us of this constant internal conflict. As we age as individual human beings we mostly learn to evolve our behavior to become socially palatable. But it also stands to make sense that as a species we should be evolving collectively.

There exist examples which demonstrate we are slowly evolving to use our brains ‘better’, but I’m convinced we are NOT fully harnessing our full potential in ways that are actually propelling our race and planet in a forward enlightened direction.

We are living in interesting times when we are at once mostly terrified of being taken down by a virus, and also inspired to throw caution to the wind so that we can converge in massive public gatherings of solidarity over inequality. George Floyd’s funeral had in excess of 50,000 people in attendance in the form of a massive conglomeration of bodies filling the street. Human fears are vast but they can be effective to also inspire us into action. But what kind of action makes the world better when it seems the very act of existing as a human is by definition being a detriment to the world?

I have read fascinating ideas about how humans could evolve to become less parasitic on our planet but that’s a whole other topic, but I think that what many humans share is this nagging guilt about our status quo. For example, we may logically know all humans are created equally, yet racism continues to thrive. And in the space between the status quo and us wanting to become better for all of us on this planet is where a lot of tumultuous emotions live: powerlessness, hopelessness, worry, dread, guilt, longing, doubt, despair, and anxiety being but a few.

In that way I feel drawn to try and release those feelings of lament that we aren’t doing our best work yet here on this planet, whether it’s myself personally, or looking at our race as a whole. Judgment of self and others is mostly harmful, except as it propels us to positive change. As I struggle to comprehend all that I feel, I also desire a reprieve or an ability to clear that lamentation away. I seek to be in the presence and tutelage of those wiser than me who are further along the path of comprehension of our place in ‘it all’, individually and collectively.

Taryn Toomey’s class has become one of those places of respite for me. It is really compelling how she brings the mind back into the body as we move the body physically. It feels like meditation in motion and it works for me. I feel like i’m learning to focus in on my thoughts as I’m moving my body. It’s a very mindfully present physical experience and I am finding it is bringing me greater peace and a feeling of ease.

In the last two weeks the Black Lives Matter movement has been in full force and it’s been really interesting to hear Taryn Toomey talk (as she instructs us via Live Streaming) about her evolution in learning. She said that she has always looked past people’s physicality (and skin color) and thought of them as souls. And that she views all people as being of one soul. But she acknowledged that though she and others like her see people in a non-divisive one-ness of being, that is not what people of color (or other minorities) are experiencing as they move through the world.

Toomey went on to say that her white privilege led her to believe it wasn’t appropriate for her to say anything, but she now realizes it should be the opposite. She said she needs to speak because it’s a waste not to use the privilege of both having a voice and having the platform to use it. When I caught the next class of hers a few days later, she readdressed having spoken about what were thoughts in motion and ideas not yet fully incubated. She acknowledged she may have said the wrong thing, or not been fully articulate in her voicing of her feelings and thoughts, but that she is learning.

She articulated it so beautifully saying she comes to the classes she teaches open-heartedly naked, with weapons down and armour off. In fact she created her class as catharsis for herself as a way to process being a human in this world and the conflicting emotions that entails. Toomey’s classes emphasize what she calls sounding which means just letting lose with any kind of sounds participants feel inspired to make and she emphasizes the importance of sounding as a way to clear ourselves of the sludge that builds. I think it’s one of those things that if it resonates with you, it really does, and if it doesn’t, it really doesn’t.

And therein lies my comparison to Fight Club again. If you understand the desire to strip down and get raw and fight without protection like an animal, the Fight Club concept makes sense. I feel similarly with ‘the class.’ If you understand and enjoy the physical and emotional release of both working out strenuously (burpees and jumping jacks are a foundation) whilst focusing on the inner dialogue too, it can clear and energize your whole body in the most wonderful way.

I loathe getting on the bandwagon with anything, so the fact that i’ve become a serious card-carrying Taryn Toomey fan chagrins me, and reminds me of the universe’s sense of humor. But I think that Toomey’s class is so popular because so many of us seek to open a valve and feel release. We need an outlet for all the emotions that circle our brain like a tornado. It seems so (too?) common for women to feel a tremendous angst in our journey as mothers/daughters/sisters/wives/lovers and friends.

I think society has long understood mens’ desire to throw some punches. And women have been lacing up their boxing gloves too. Some of my most admired female friends don the gloves and ‘fight like girls’ in the oft-heard battle-cry for female boxers and fighters. They are fierce and I am in awe. But boxing doesn’t appeal to everyone, and in that way I think of ‘the class’ as a boxing class for body and mind (without the punching.)

Despite reminding me of Angelina Jolie (as Lara Croft) in Tomb Raider, Taryn Toomey, clad in earth toned lycra and desert boots, feels genuinely charming and humble. As she takes us through her paces she tells us that she is always learning, and means only to progress and evolve while doing no harm. This is such a beautiful sentiment and takes immense courage to be outspoken in an era where everything we say invites vehement criticism. Like my lovely Kundalini instructor, Toomey guides our consciousness inward. She speaks of nurturing a gratefulness for our movement, and for our life and breath. She reminds us to embrace our wholeness in ourselves and our one-ness with others in this human experience we all share.

Every edition of ‘the class’ has a section when a heart-opening exercise is done and the musical accompaniment seems thoughtfully chosen. As we sit on our knees moving our arms back and forth so many times, it starts to feel meditative, I often become aware of the music and its lyrics. Yesterday was Tina Turner’s ‘the best’ which is such an oldie but a goodie from a legit bad ass lady. Today was Alanis Morissette’s ‘Thank you’ which I hadn’t heard in years but remembered I liked the lyrics:

“Thank you, India. Thank you, terror. Thank you, disillusionment. Thank you, frailty. Thank you, consequence. Thank you, thank you, silence.”

The Aftermath

‘Tis the season to be jolly but ’tis also the season for torrential downpour, transit strikes and Christmas shopping here in Paris. The cessation of mass transit seems to have filled the streets with more cars, and the related traffic jams and perpetual honking have reached epic proportions. But it’s still Paris…and it’s even more magically beautiful than ever.

Rue Saint Honore

The French favor understated holiday decorating and the streets are additionally attractive with tasteful garlands and tiny lights. The sidewalks however, especially in our neighborhood which features some of Paris’ most impressive department stores, are total chaos. Last weekend the streets felt cheek to jowl and I mostly opted out, and happily stayed in, enjoying a couple of movies backdropped by the sound of rain.

I can’t recommend highly enough the movie, The Aftermath with Keira Knightley, Jason Clarke and Alexander Skarsgard. It’s set in 1946 post-war Hamburg, a city which experienced more bombing in two days than London did during the entire duration of the war. The British government are requisitioning homes and Alexander Skarsgard plays a german architect forced to play host in his home to an English Colonel and his wife. Loyalties are divided, consciences are conflicted, and palpable grief over the dead engulfs the living.

“The Aftermath” Movie Trailer

The story is smart, sexy and suspenseful. I was glued to the screen the entire time watching this story unfold in the hands of the brilliantly talented Ridley Scott. Stories set in war times are so powerful because people seem distilled to their basest selves under intense duress, and I am constantly moved by evidence of demonstrations of impressive humanity in the bleakest of times.

It seems impossible to imagine Paris engulfed in the strife of warfare when I walk down the beautiful ancient streets of today. We return home in a week and the most solider-like things in our midst are the ordered line of packed suitcases panting beside the door. Rupert cannot wait to re-establish daily life in such relative peace and quiet, meanwhile Georgia is busily planning her next adventures, having done what’s become a very non-dramatic exit from Fashion school.

That’s a whole story unto itself but being wary of being sued for defamation of (school) character, I’m going to keep quiet on the matter, but I can say the administration was entirely unreceptive to the entire class meeting with them with its concerns about the quality of the teaching and that to date 12/30 students have withdrawn. I am very well versed in the ‘hazing’ period of institutions, having been in the military, and they are of course known to be exceedingly difficult, but hazing this was not. I can’t decide which was more bizarre or disturbing: what the kids witnessed and experienced or the fact that Georgia’s letter outlining her concerns to the school went unanswered except by them saying they would be informing the police and government of her withdrawal and that her visa will be revoked.

So we are all coming home next week and Georgia is then heading to the land down unda (…”where the women glow and the men thunda”…) to see my parents and to try her hand at all things ‘FM’ as my dad calls them. (That’s ‘Farm Management’ in case you wonder and it’s a full time enterprise managing all the critters, which include some new recruits of the poultry variety, nicknamed ‘The Chimbos’ (or chicken bimbos) because while they are very feathery and beautiful, they are very low in the brains department.) So Georgia is trading her thimble for a pair of overalls, and if anyone can pivot it is she. She is completing her applications for design schools for next year and until then is getting a working holiday visa to go walkabout in the Southern Hemisphere.

And for yours truly, my chapitre francais has come to a close. I’m disappointed because there is still so much I’ve not experienced. I really wanted to see the first signs of spring pop out and waken the city from the chilly clutches of winter. There are places I haven’t seen, streets I haven’t walked, restaurants I’ve not visited, and cooking classes not taken. I can’t help feel there is never enough time.

In The Aftermath movie, Keira Knightley’s character laments her husband’s constant absence and says they need more time. He replies:

“I know. This is not what any of us wanted…but here we are.”

Yes, here we are. Any of us, and all of us, and aren’t we darned lucky to be here, living in the relative peace that most of us reading this do. It really is a common human trait to succumb to the feelings of regret when life doesn’t go as we hoped, but being in a state of constant change seems to be the very definition of life. Unpredictability is an intriguing enigma: it is one of the biggest constant challenges for most of us, and yet by its very nature it can propel us forward in ways we could never have dreamt. Constant change keeps us learning and it keeps life exciting. Tim Ferris reminds us:

“The opposite of happiness is not sadness. It’s boredom.”

ZF2 = SA+SA

Today was an absolutely stunning day. The heavens opened last night but this morning the sky began clear, bright blue and cold. I regretted wearing a short coat and stuffed my hands in my pockets as I walked through the Jardins de Palais Royal in the late afternoon.

Like a cat, I have slowly expanded the circle around my house and I have what feels like a sizeable radius within which I can wander on autopilot and let the hamsters in my brain do what they do best. It’s come to my attention that the content of my blog has not landed well with a few people and I have been mulling since my last post exactly how to address that.

I’ve been told that given I am a very private person, it seems strange that I am sharing things about my life in a public blog. I’ve thought a lot about this one. My blog came to be because I used to write long descriptive notes to a friend of mine and he suggested that I could write a blog because my journey might be of interest to other people. I do enjoy writing. It’s a great outlet for me to work through some of the cacophony created by the hamsters upstairs. I also love reading, and as such I follow a few blogs that I think, dare I say, ‘enrich my perspective’ and by whom I’ve felt inspired.

My favorite blog as most of you know because I am incorrigible about sending it to people, is Jenny Lawson, author of 3 books, and author of a blog called The Bloggess. Not only is Jenny Lawson absolutely hilarious, but she is a brilliant storyteller. She is a passionate animal lover and it’s a wonder she gets any words to screen given the constant barrage by her menagerie. I find her to be incredibly witty and engaging with her style of writing and her topics are so uncommon and also seem so relatable.

Jenny Lawson is very open about suffering from a myriad of health problems, both physical and mental which sometimes cause her to feel like the walls are closing in. Sometimes her depression is so bad she cannot write. And yet she does..just a little, here and there when she can. The grace and good humor with which she handles all that life throws her is incredibly inspiring and impressive.

There are people who are fighting crime and slaying dragons in impressive displays in the arenas of athletics, academics, business, technology, medicine and others I’m sure I’ve forgotten, but what partly inspires me about the way Jenny Lawson is, is that she lives a seemingly mostly ‘typical’ life, being a daughter, wife, mother, pet owner, neighbor, friend etc and also dealing with (more than her fair share of) adversity. And from her everyday experiences and struggles with medical challenge, she makes her own kind of beauty and magic, and SHARES it with all of us.

If she eliminated the personal content of her blog, her story wouldn’t resonate on the very human level that it does. I believe it’s precisely her bravery and courage in sharing all the parts of her life that gives her messages their immense power. (Click here for an article about her.)

It’s also a wonderful example of giving because as a result of sharing her journey in such a truly authentic, touching and hilarious way, Jenny Lawson has created a huge fan base from whom she says she now feels tremendous daily support. It’s a perfect example of how the act of giving when done with pure intention becomes symbiotic with receiving.

I thank all the stars that shine that I haven’t had to deal with the sorts of obstacles Jenny Lawson faces daily. But like all of us I have had challenges. I had never known fear of imminent death for example like when I had cancer. It was crushing for me. The challenges of living abroad have paled in comparison, but I have certainly had my moments and the heartfelt notes of love and encouragement from you have meant the world. You know who you are, and I thank you and am so grateful to have you ‘in my orbit’ as one of my friends says.

I think it’s important to note also that my blog is not meant to be taken as notes home. My writing here is my place to play with ideas and experiment with commentary about things that are of interest to me, and maybe others. My stories are not fictional, but may involve a little artistic license because that’s fun and makes things more interesting.

I think it’s of benefit to be in a public format and discoverable for people to come across because it means I can connect with those with whom my path might otherwise not cross. And isn’t that the whole point of our journeys through time on this floating blue dot?….to challenge the unknown in whatever form that takes for each one of us? It’s also been my experience that when I share authentically especially with others who I am just coming to know, they will often do the same. And if they don’t, they are probably not those with whom I wish to engage. I’m not a huge fan of cocktail parties for example because of their ‘small talk nature’ but almost without fail I end up finding a few like-minded people with whom to share a few really deep conversations.

So what does ZF2.0 = SA+SA mean?

Well I was thinking about the concept that’s bantered about so much these days of ‘giving zero f*cks’. There’s a book on it, and I have to say I found it to be excellent. And this image below just came up on my instagram and I had to laugh:

But joking aside, it’s a concept with which I wrestle so much. The idea of ‘giving zero f*cks’ about what others think is very difficult for me. Like most of us, I have always sought the acceptance and approval of others. So when I boil down the true nature of giving zero f*cks it means being so accepting and approving of ourselves that the opinions and judgments of others don’t hold any relevance for us.

Zero F*cks 2.0 = Self Acceptance + Self Approval

If I chose to write some commentary or other about something or to share my version of something that happened in my life, it is for my own artistic expression and as a way to consider the meaning of things as I move through life. Acting with kindness, respect and honesty is what is of utmost importance to me. I endeavour to do that with every interaction I have everyday.

When I make decisions, my rationale might not be obvious, clear or even discernible when explained to others, but that’s ok. And sharing things about my life is a form of expression that won’t ‘vibe’ with everyone as the modern vernacular goes. But I’m happy doing my thing here in my pink Mickey Mouse spandex. It works for me. I’m comfortable for travel, and maybe I’m on my way to Disneyland!? I’m going to fit right in, and be able to walk happily for miles in my dad sneakers, tank top and these vermin themed leggings in a color that will make me easily viewable in a crowd. 😉 #DisneylandOrBust

Ah-whoooogah!

Tapping into some Danish Inspiration about how to create a home environment filled with warmth, togetherness and security.

*This post is dedicated to my lovely Danish friend, Sacha who taught me her beautiful art of Hygge before I even knew there was such a thing. You inspire me!

As I start packing to *move* (gulp…) to Paris, I ponder what makes a house feel like a real ‘home’. ‘Our’ furnished apartment is really lovely. We are incredibly lucky and I’m wondering how I can make it feel like our own without having chosen the furnishings, paint colors, art work or linens.

My sister in law gave me a book called ‘Hygge – The Danish Way To Live Well’, by Meik Wiking and as I read it, I realized the elements articulated made so much sense. In fact, the Danish ideas of living well resonated so much with me that I’m wondering if I might have to abandon my phrase about having been Italian in a former life in favor of claiming to be Danish. I definitely look more Scandanavian than Italian. And my risotto making skill is sufficiently lacking enough to raise doubt about any purported Italian heritage.

It appears, however, that most places in the world have similar ways they describe these ideal feelings of home. The Italians have ‘La Dolce Vita”, or ‘The Sweet Life’, which means enjoying all that life should be (and described by others as ‘the seven deadly sins’, which is fascinating food for thought, but I will leave that to the film students to dissect Frederico Fellini’s intentions in his 1960’s Italian drama that brought the expression into popular vernacular.)

The Dutch use the word ‘Gezelligheid’ to mean ‘cozy, quaint and social’. Norwegians use ‘Koselig’ to denote ‘warmth, intimacy and togetherness’. Wiking references that Canadians call our ideal spaces, ‘homey’. Wow!….aren’t we wildly creative and descriptive in our language skills!?! (Not….) Nevertheless the word ‘homey’ apparently conveys the idea of ‘authenticity, togetherness and warmth’. The German word, ‘Gemutlichkeit (with the umlaut over the u, which my keyboard is refusing to type…and no, it’s not me. I’m a tech genius as you all know. (Bahahaha…) Anyway, the German word refers to the ‘state of warmth, friendliness and belonging’. And so we see a trend about how an inviting home feels, in the parts of the world where we are lucky enough to mostly live without hardship.

So what do the Danes mean when they say ‘hygge’? Wiking says it’s described as:

-“the art of creating intimacy”

-“coziness of the soul”

-“the absence of annoyance” (which immediately prompted me to think this is exactly why we all generally loathe being solicited by people ringing our doorbell.)

-“taking pleasure from the presence of soothing things”

-“cozy togetherness”,

…and the very specific:

-“cocoa by candelight” (Here is a sentiment I can get well behind! Add a number of furry creatures (those with paws. I don’t mean men with beards. Sorry….) and some books and/or music and you’ve pretty much described my ideal scenario.)

What I love about the concept of Hygge is that is speaks to atmosphere and experience, rather than things. This is a big relief for me because if I can’t move everything plus the kitchen sink, it seems all hope is not lost!

In creating Hygge the desire is to elicit “the feeling that we are safe, that we are shielded from the world and we can let our guard down.” According to Wiking, Danes are also at the top of the Happiness Ranking on the World Happiness Report. To many this is a perplexing idea as the Danish experience horrific weather and some of the highest tax rates in the world. There is however a wide support for the welfare state. Danes don’t seem to resent high taxes, instead they see them as investments in society, that is to say they see taxes as being the purchase of quality of life. The Danish welfare model reduces risk, uncertainty and anxiety among its citizens and in so doing prevents extreme unhappiness.

I’m reminded of having heard the phrase that a family is only as happy as its least happy child (or family member.) Perhaps then this familial model can be expanded to the happiness/well being of a national population? ‘Hygge’ translates as ‘well-being’ and thus it makes sense there is a link between hygge and happiness.

But what do these happy Danes actually ‘do’ that makes them experience such high levels of well-being? Research reports that Danes, compared to other European nationals and to North Americans meet most often with their friends and family and they feel the calmest and most peaceful by comparison. Denmark has shorter work weeks than other nations do. Danes with children reportedly leave by 4 and those without children leave by 5. At 5:30, most offices are entirely deserted. Wow! And so now we see how/why they are able to enjoy so much togetherness with friends and family!

Danes work to be able to spend time with those they love. I wonder how accurate this reporting is? Many European nations seem to share the same workaholic tendencies that North America does. Denmark is geographically so close to other nations. I’m surprised their culture appears to remain so distinct but the proof seems to exist.

Workaholism tends to reward its devotees with higher incomes and despite most people knowing money doesn’t buy happiness, it does buy a lot of nice material things that people tend to equate with a preferable lifestyle. But a lifestyle filled with expensive things doesn’t seem to be on the Danish wish-list of well-being. So what is?

How do the Danes create Hygge in their homes and workplaces and restaurants and shops?

You might be surprised.

Turns out that candles top the list. The American Ambassador to Denmark at the time said the Danes have an insane love affair with candlelight. “I mean it is not just in the living room! It is everywhere! In your classrooms, in your boardrooms. As an American, you think, ‘Ah! – Fire Hazard!!’, but it’s a kind of emotional coziness.”

This isn’t so shocking really. Even North Americans have clued in and are readily installing dimmer switches in their homes. “Mood Lighting” is the term we call it and we know it makes everyone feel calmer and happier. And perhaps as North Americans we might be one step ahead on this because it turns out candles actually shed more particles indoors than cigarettes or cooking. Even though Danes are very much into being healthy, natural and environmentally conscious, (having adopted organic foods before the rest of the world), they eschew worries over the risk of particulates into their air, such is their obsession with authentic candlelight.

‘Hygge’ reminds me of the way many people I know use the term ‘uber’, (the german pre-fix meaning ‘super’, not the car service replacing taxis.) Hygge is a verb and placed with another word, it becomes a noun. Here are some great examples which go a long way to describing the Hygge* concept:

-‘Fredagshygge’ = Friday night hygge, usually family time, cozied together on the couch watching tv, or playing a board game.

-‘Sondagshygge’ = Sunday hygge, meaning a slow day with tea, books, music and blankets and perhaps a walk for the very energetic.

*Hygge is pronounced “hoo-ga” which only makes the whole concept even better! Sunday hygge is thus pronouced ‘Sonda-shooga’ which just contributes to conveying the concept of the Danish Sunday chill vibe.

Here are some other good ones:

-‘Hyggebukser’ (hooga-buk-sr) : your favorite (likely hideous) comfy lounge/PJ pants.

-‘Hyggeonkel’ (hoo-gunkel) : the lenient uncle who favors fun over good behavior. He is the Danish version of what my brother calls ‘the funcle’ (fun uncle.)

-‘Hyggestund’ (hooga-stun) : a moment of hygge

-‘Uhyggelit’ (ew-hooga-lit) : when something is un-hygge like, such as the scary feeling of walking alone down a dark street.

I’ve backtracked a bit into the word, its derivation and its meaning(s), so now how do the Danes actually create Hygge? Wiking breaks the concept into points:

  1. Atmosphere (soft lighting…yup…candles, fireplaces…)
  2. Presence (as in being present without distractions of screens etc.)
  3. Pleasure (things that create warmth and comfort and satiety and pleasure like blankets, a fireplace, warm drinks, comfort food, pets, sweet treats (the Danes have a superhero they call ‘cake-man’ which illustrates their love of cake.)
  4. Equality (‘we’ over ‘me’….and now I’m seeing how the concepts of Hygge and ‘family togetherness’ can co-exist, wink wink…)
  5. Gratitude (being thankful for all we are so lucky to enjoy now.)
  6. Harmony (selflessness and lack of personal ego in conversation.)
  7. Comfort (not sure how this differs from pleasure but Wiking’s suggestion is to create a relaxing environment. I would argue that comfort is the result of having all the other elements in place, but what do I know?….not much, AND I’m not Danish..)
  8. Truce (no drama which again I would say is the same thing as Harmony, but refer to point 7…)
  9. Togetherness
  10. Shelter (This makes me think of the concept of the ‘small spaces’ architect, Susan Susanka talks about when she says how important it is to create ‘shelter around activity’ which references the human desire to be cocooned, safe and cozy in a warm little area of space.)

Where Hygge resides, people hopefully feel relaxed, warm, open, close to others, un-threatened, comfortable, snug and welcomed. These feelings can also be used to describe the feelings when someone is given a hug. Hygge comes from the ancient Norwegian word for ‘hug’, so I suppose a space should feel like it’s giving its inhabitants a warm hug.

Wiking gives suggestions of specific things a Hygge-hus (thats my own creation there; ‘hus’ is house in Danish) might have:

  1. Treats (a jar of candy. I am anti-candy so this is a tough one for me. But hygge is meant to be harmonious and judgment-free so there’s that….groan 😉.)
  2. Smell of fresh baked goods. (A dear friend is coming to Paris to visit me and we have planned to take a bread making class. This is a social activity in a warm toasty kitchen that takes a lot of time to create and as such seems ‘uber-hygge’ to me. (See what I did there?…)
  3. Slow/Comfort foods (that take all day to cook and need loving care all day. This might not be hugely practical on a daily basis but I roast tomatoes with balsamic and garlic cloves and make it into a very simple soup and served with artisan bread, it is one of my kids’ favorite meals so I definitely recognize the value of lovingly making food for people we nourish.)
  4. Hot drinks (which given my love of my morning hot chocolate, which, yes, i know it’s basically a liquid chocolate bar and chocolate is candy and I am supposedly not a fan of candy. I know it makes no sense. I’m an enigma, what can I say?) Anyway, it makes me think that of top priority once I arrive in Paris will be to get a milk frother so I can make Hot Chocolate and London Fogs. I guess I should also get a Nespresso machine so I can offer guests a ‘Nespressahooga’, hehehe. (I’ve written it as its pronounced because it’s more fun that way.) As an aside, the Danes apparently drink more coffee than any other nation so if Nespresso machines are sold there and Nespresso is not yet capitalizing on this term, I think they have missed a valuable marketing opportunity. Just saying…)
  5. Candles….duh…
  6. Music…ditto
  7. Books…obvi
  8. Warmth (its hard to get your ‘hooga’ happening when you are cold or uncomfortable, so lots of blankets and cushions.)
  9. Pets (yup….I wish I could bring our beloved feline to Paris but he will get lost because he doesn’t speak French and he won’t learn a new language he informed me because leopards don’t change their spots.)
  10. Natural materials: leather, fur, woollens, wood, ceramics, plants. (At first I was surprised by the omission of ‘flowers’ which I always think goes an enormous way to making a space feel inviting but fresh flowers in the dead of a Danish winter would be very expensive and I love that instead there is attention to other equally lovely and more readily available natural elements like twigs and branches and pinecones and green boughs.)
  11. Vintage items (France is full of markets so I’m sure I will find some beautiful old jugs or linens.)
  12. Alcohol (Further endorsement for popping corks!! Bring on the bubbles!!!! And where better to enjoy bubbles, than in France?!?

On that note, Cheers to you, my friends!!! 🥂✨ I hope you enjoyed a hyggelig Canada Day long weekend! 🇨🇦❤️ Below are some hoogalicious images I found. I love this concept can reside just as happily in a rustic cabin as a stylish chic interior. It just goes to show home is really where the heart (and the art) is.

It’s large and small, and also untrue.

…and if I was playing charades I would be miming it’s both a book and a movie. ‘Big Little Lies’ is the 2014 bestselling book by Liane Moriarty and also the highly acclaimed HBO Mini Series created by and starred in by some heavy hitting Hollywood power.

I read the book years ago and thoroughly enjoyed it, but was really impressed and fascinated seeing the story come to life on screen. The tale is albeit slightly reimagined by David E. Kelley’s writing, Jean-Marc Vallee ‘s directing and the portrayal of personalities by some of Hollywood’s best. Truth be told I had tried to watch this series when it first came out but the incredible toxicity of a number of the relationships portrayed scared me off. I was dealing with cancer at the time and the fact that people could behave so badly when they have so much was too difficult for me to handle. That was my own stuff though. When I came back to the series now, I can really savor and appreciate the brilliance of the portrayal of the trail of destruction this story unveils. After all, the dynamics between families portrayed here is not at all foreign to me, and I’ve witnessed and been a part of the exact kinds of emotional drama this series conveys (minus, thank goodness, the murder part!)

The cover image for Season 1 of Big Little Lies features an image of the 3 main female characters played by Nicole Kidman, Shailene Woodley and Reese Witherspoon. All 3 women have a secret they harbour and lie to protect. I think it’s best to leave the mystery for those who’ve not yet watched the series but let’s just say although the subjects are all things we’ve encountered before, the tenor of them becomes as dramatic as the rugged coast in which the series is set. In the book, this story takes place in a small fictional beach town in Australia, but HBO’s version is perfectly poised on the ragged Pacific cliffs of Monterey, California.

I think this story can be appreciated by parents and non-parents alike, and the suspense is addictive as viewers watch the mayhem and mystery unfold and try to figure out not only ‘who done it’ but who gets murdered. In an usual plot arc, the victim and killer are not revealed until the last few minutes of the first season. The male and female archetypes are so convincingly painted that I was drawn into making comparisons to people I’ve experienced in real life. The story features the quintessential Queen Bee type, who has herself convinced of her do-gooding, despite being as judgmental and as flawed as kids’ birthday parties are long. She has one of my favorite lines in the season: “I love my grudges! I tend to them like little pets.”

In this story we also have a highly capable female tech CEO who is referred to as a bulldog in business editorials but we see frequently in a tearful heap trying to find resolution with domestic challenges and because she feels she is being judged by the ‘non-working’ moms. There is a nice portrayal of a hipster type dad who has a passionless marriage and works from home at his stand-up desk while simultaneously cooking dinner. We have a younger second wife who is annoyingly relaxed to the other A-type moms. She is a natural earthy type who teaches yoga, encourages harmony and is perceived as being very sensual and appealing by the men in the community. We have an incredibly smart ex-lawyer who quits her practice to raise kids and struggles with missing the fulfilment her work brought her (and the guilt about recognizing that.) We have a very sexy and financially successful dad who isn’t around much but he wanders into scenes in well-cut suits and seems affable and charming. And we have a traumatized single mom whose arrival into the community with her son is precisely what lights the fire beneath this dry pile of tinder.

In this small beach community what brings these women and men together are their children. They all have children at the quaint local elementary school and the series opens at the end of the grade 1 orientation when a little girl reveals she has been choked by one of her classmates. The plot takes off at a brisk pace with accusations being thrown at the newcomer’s son, and tempers flare enough to make instagram-worthy s’mores for all. Each of the three main characters are played SO brilliantly by Witherspoon, Kidman and Woodley and you can’t help but become enthralled as the tension of the journey toward rage and murder unfolds.

In a seemingly Hollywood type ending, season 1 concludes in a celebration of female solidarity which is something I wasn’t expecting from a group of such obviously vicious competitive women. Curiously in the book, this celebration of sisterhood doesn’t exist. In the book, the murderer admits to police what happened. In the tv version, there is a cover-up: one more not so little lie as it were. And so, what the tv series does cunningly is trail off leaving the viewer wondering what’s coming next. In the season’s final scene we see the group of women on the beach being observed through binoculars by the police detective who we know doesn’t believe what she has been repeatedly told about what happened that night. It’s the perfect jump-off for season 2 which introduces the formidable Meryl Streep as the mother of the murder victim who arrives to presumably take matters into her own hands. I expect things will heat to the next level of incendiary when this alpha female of the previous generation steps into the ring.

HBO’s Mini Series, “Big Little Lies” Trailer:

Enter Meryl Streep for Season 2 Trailer: