This website is dedicated to creating inspiration and life balance in the everyday aspects of our lives. My name is Christina Adler. I am a published author, life coach, yoga teacher, and meditation instructor. In the first week of each month, I offer two new pieces of writing, a poem and a life balance piece both in the written form and as podcasts. Previously published pieces are available in the sidebar. The monthly life balance pieces are written as a collection of stories and insights on life that may allow you a new perspective. I hope to inspire you to create a balance in your life that supports your own unique path and goals. Each month, I outline a set of tasks that, when practiced, may lend insight into the subject I am discussing.

I welcome emails regarding your experiences with these tools for life balance. Send such responses to chrisadler@everydaybalance.net. By sharing in this way, I hope to create a sense of interconnectedness for those in any part of the world reading this website. Our struggles and celebrations are so often more similar than they are different. Whether it is for a spoonful of connection while reading a poem, a moment of motivation in your journey towards life balance, or simply a place to learn how to create a regular yoga, meditation, or writing practice, I hope that you enjoy this site.

Read this month’s poem “let it be”

finding everyday balance in june 2010

“This morning I woke up at 5:30 a.m. when Ruby started calling out her chorus of little bird sounds. Sitting in our living room feeding her, the light came in with a kind of still white yellow hue, first making shadows of light across the wall and then falling upon us like a soft yellow blanket. Opening the door I was greeted with the scent of jasmine and roses and a wetness to the air that felt new, reminding me of similar mornings in Sydney. Sure enough the day bloomed humid and warm. This was the first hot day of Spring. In the afternoon, Ruby’s body went limp with tiredness and heat and I placed her down wrapped in a pink muslin blanket on the cool sheets of our big bed. The new plump rolls in her tiny arms had the softness of pillows of unbaked bread. Her little head smelled like newborn and the windows were open wide so that the white curtains billowed with the humid breeze. I lay down next to her and we slept through the afternoon, my hand as big as a third of her body blanketing her little chest and rising and falling with her breath. I woke up before her and if magic had a sound, it would be the sound of the sighs my daughter makes in her sleep. They are so sweet and content that I long for the days when she can tell me about her dreams. The last three months that Ruby has been with us have been a mixture of climbing unfamiliar hills and then resting in beautiful valleys like this afternoon. Looking back over the time since Ruby’s birth I know I couldn’t have enjoyed days like today without the support of a community we didn’t even know that we had around us.”
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