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A central part of Hudson Valley lifestyle is health—from getting outdoors to eating nutritious, sustainable food, people who live in the region care about living well-rounded, healthy lifestyles, with a focus on fitness, nutrition, mindfulness, and general wellness. Chronogram’s Hudson Valley online magazine focuses monthly on wellness coverage, including health trends and topics, diets and cleanses, medical treatments and facilities, alternative medicine and practices, yoga and movement, health myths and mantras, bone and heart health, sound healing, and wellness fairs and expos.

 

Esteemed Reader | August 2018

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"Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love." —Jalaluddin Rumi Esteemed Reader of Our Magazine: The path through the forest was set with raw stones. I was walking barefoot in the manner of pilgrims, and my callouses were thin. I tried to step on the rocks that were smoother than the sharp-pebbled spaces between, though the stones were hot, having baked in the South Indian sun all day. It was like walking a gauntlet and the pain evoked an acute awareness of my feet during the trek through the forest to Ramana's cave on Mount Arunachala. An opening along the way granted a view of Tiruvanamali below, with its colorful masses of people, cars and motorcycles, and chai wallahs on every block. I could see from far above the city that most traffic was in a perpetual standstill, stopped by decorated cows walking leisurely through the streets munching flower garlands off the front of city buses with passengers waiting patiently. In fact, the whole city and the vast Annamalaiyar Temple with thousands of trippy, perfectly sculpted gods posted on high tower walls, and the Tamil Nadu landscape stretching to the horizon, looked perfectly still, while a cacophony of horns and engines rose from the apparent stillness. The scene embodied the persistent quality of beautiful contradiction that is India. I was following a path I had already traveled several times in previous days. It led to the cave that Ramana Maharshi, a 20th-century Indian saint, had meditated in for 17 years. Only when insects began devouring his flesh, and his disciples insisted, did he relocate to the ashram several miles down the mountain. Since then, the cave has been a site of pilgrimage. After several visits, I understood why it is considered holy. The cave and surrounding area emanate a palpable, almost electric energy. Sitting in the darkness of Ramana's cave, I lost track of time. The atmosphere of the place was not only energetic but seemed to impart a tacit teaching about the practice of meditation. I found there that presence in breath became mostly effortless, certainly in comparison with the struggles I encountered on my meditation cushion at home. The teaching was that meditation is in equal measures an effort of concentration and an impartial seeing; genuine striving with no hint of seeking results. After some hours I left the cave, very clear and high, to see the elongated shadows of dusk in the forest. A group of monkeys sat listlessly on a branch and one seemed to lift its arm and point to a place opposite the trail which led back to the ashram. Following the line of the monkey's crooked finger I saw some words spray painted on a rock—"TO THE TOP." I took the sign as a sign and immediately walked in the direction it indicated. There was an opening in the bushes and I slipped through, following a trail that traversed the mountain and led upward. Rising only about 2,500 feet, Mount Arunachala is the sacred mountain of South India, like Mount Kailash to the north. There is an ever-present throng of orange-clad, dreadlocked sanyasin, renuncite s who never stay in the same place for more than one night, camped at its base. Pilgrims travel from all over India to ritually circumambulate the mountain. I had done this with my kids the day before at dawn, and now I found myself going toward the peak. Venturing out on the trail, over boulders and up steep, scrabbly inclines, I emerged from the trees and looked up and down. That was the moment of the first doubt, as I realized that after an hour of walking I was only about a quarter of the way up. I continued, stepping upward with energy waning. My feet were bleeding and I was tired and thirsty. I stood and rested, and passed out for a moment, catching myself on a limb in time to prevent a careen down a steep slope. Then the real hopelessness set in. I flagellated myself for getting into this predicament—barefoot, dehydrated, and passing out alone on a mountain. It seemed like another example of everything heedless and irresponsible about my life. As I considered giving in to defeat and retreating, I looked to my left and saw a skinny dog sitting on a ledge midway up a cliff face. Hopelessness was briefly replaced with wondering how the dog had gotten there. At that moment, something awoke in my breast. It was an energy, and a wish to climb. The emptiness I felt seemed to become magnetized with where I was going, the summit. In that moment, the effort changed from forcing my way upward, against the slope and altitude, to being pulled, as it were, toward the object of an aim. This was the treasure I found, and brought home from Mount Arunachala. ...

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Sylvia Center Promotes Healthy Eating and Food Justice

Kinderhook-based nonprofit The Sylvia Center is planting seeds for the next generation of healthy eaters, cooks, and food justice advocates.

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Kol Hai Observes Jewish High Holidays 2018 (Sponsored)

Just as nature moves through seasons of activity, dormancy, death, and rebirth, so too does the Jewish calendar flow through an annual cycle of renewal. The Jewish High Holidays are celebrated surrounding the autumnal equinox, marking an important transition. "After the intense heat and activity of summer, we turn to Fall and begin the return inwards," explains Shir Yaakov Feit, founder of Kol Hai, a Jewish Renewal spiritual community based in New Paltz. "It is a time for introspection—a process of taking account and making new intentions." The unofficial start to the High Holiday cycle is the month called Elul which runs this year from August 11 through September 9. Elul is an acronym for the Hebrew verse from the Song of Songs, "I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine." The relational quality of this phrase characterizes the theme of the month, Shir Yaakov explains. "The whole month is dedicated to looking at which relationships may need repair. This could be your relationship to God, your partner, your family, the planet, or to yourself." He uses a metaphor to explain this period of self-assessment. "Before the reboot of the High Holidays, we review our past year and ask ourselves, 'What apps do I really want to be running?'"This time of reflection is a preparation for the rebirth signified by Rosh Hashanah, the New Year, and the setting of new intentions. "What we become aware of in Elul, we give name to in Rosh Hashanah," Shir Yaakov says. The two-day festival of Rosh Hashanah is a celebratory, transcendent time. At Kol Hai, the services the first evening and following morning are filled with music, Torah readings, meditation and poetry. On the second day, the community heads into nature to hear the call of the shofar—the ram's horn, which is blasted 100 times. "The shofar is a prayer without words. It calls our souls to wake to something deeper even than language," Shir Yaakov says. "We are trying to bring new life into the world, new justice, new peace." Following the celebration of Rosh Hashanah is the holiest day of the Jewish calendar—Yom Kippur. Yom Kippur is often called the "day of atonement," though Shir Yaakov prefers to refer to it as the "day of at-one-ment," when people connect with an unblemished spiritual energy. "We recognize the gift of soul, and connect with the part of us that has always been part of the divine and always will be." In keeping with Kol Hai's tradition of music-filled, joyful community services, the atmosphere during Yom Kippur is one of forgiveness, compassion, and rejuvenation. After the cleansing and rebirth of the High Holidays comes Sukkot, a weeklong full moon harvest celebration, in which temporary leafy structures open to the sky are built outside. "We share meals and song and celebrate. The structure is a creche, a cradle, to protect us in our newborn state. We celebrate the fragility and mystery of new life," Shir Yaakov says. KOL HAI HIGH HOLIDAYS 2018 High Meadow School 3643 Main Street, Stone Ridge, NY 12484 Rosh Hashanah Sunday, September 9th, 6:30pm Monday, September 10th, 9:30am Tuesday, September 11th, Hike (time and location TBA) Shabbat Shuvah Saturday, September 15th, Morning Altars Workshop with Day Schildkret. Register for the address. Yom Kippur Tuesday, September 18th, 6:30pm Wednesday, September 19th, 9:30am Sukkot Sunday, September 23rd, Sukkah Building followed by celebration and potluck at a private residence. RSVP for the address. Visit the Kol Hai website for details. ...

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Esteemed Reader | July 2018

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Things develop, consolidate in a given direction, grow rigid, then decline; a change sets in, coherence is established once more, and the world is one again. The secret of Tao in this world of the mutable, the world of light—the realm of yang—is to keep the changes in motion in such a manner that no stasis occurs and an unbroken coherence is maintained. He who succeeds in endowing his work with this regenerative power creates something organic, and the thing so created is enduring." —Ta Chuan, a 5th-century Taoist text Esteemed Reader of Our Magazine: I was the child of a revolution. It was the 1970s, and the adults around me were engaged in a rebellion against all the old modes. We lived on a commune and then an off-grid homestead. The children joined our parents for political protests on the weekends, followed by hippie bacchanals with food and music and homemade everything. When not protesting or partying, we worked alongside our parents, caring for gardens and livestock and working on the never-ending construction projects at various homesteads in the community. In many respects, this was an ideal childhood. We learned to do honest work together with an extended community of adults and witnessed the example of our parents fulfilling a powerful vision of a new kind of society. Of course, as the venerable Mullah Nasruddin, says, every stick has two ends. Inasmuch as the `70s revolution was bright, the other end of this stick was a set of sometimes haphazard oppositional tactics. The principle was: when in doubt, do the opposite of what mainstream society does, which meant some babies went out with the bathwater. I experienced these untraditional approaches with some of the objectivity possessed only by children. For example, at three, my parents suggested that, on the commune and in the tribe, all the adults were my mothers and fathers, and I should refer to them as such. I recall agreeing in principle with the argument for collective parenting but in practice, addressing the other adults as mom and dad felt awkward. There was no way to un-know that two of those people were actually my parents. As a compromise, I opted to call my parents by their given names, which felt less dishonest. The early `70s marked the explosion of the feminist movement, whose ideas and practices had a strong presence in the hippie community and in our household. On one side of the stick was the energy and independence the women on the farms brought to new kinds of work. My mom and her tribe of "North Country Womyn" learned to use chain saws to harvest firewood and replace transmissions in the old beater cars of which each family had one drivable and several derelicts for parts. I watched my mom teach herself electrical skills and wire the converted horse barn that became our house. She was laid flat by shocking high-voltage accidents more than once and survived to live another day as an amateur electrician. These women were nobody's victim. I remember my mom cursing out men twice her size for their sexist comments. In a campaign against institutional sexism, general masculine pronouns were abolished from our vocabulary under duress. Also bright was the connection with a hippie, goddess-based spirituality involving solstice and equinox, moon cycles, and May Day celebrations. Some births became public pagan rituals. I attended one public birth when I was six, together with scores of women and children gathered to support and participate in the delivery of a baby. There were no men in the room and the goddess energy, as it was called, was strong. The other end of the feminism stick was a litany of political rhetoric characterizing men and their crimes against women as an evil almost akin to the Nazis (about which I was also learning at the time). I tried dressing as a girl to demonstrate solidarity, but this was awkward and sometimes a little humiliating as I was not trans in any sense. Though I understood and agreed with all that was said about the crimes of men, I was left feeling culpable and guilty for the crimes of men of all epochs. Now a man, I have inherited a love of revolution, though intense inquiry has led to a different understanding. Revolution has to do with the way a planet turns on its axis and revolves around the sun, which in turn revolves around its own galactic center. Revolution is turning about a center of gravity like a whirling dervish; revolving around a knowing so deep as to require no belief or defense or convincing. The revolution is constantly in motion, never stagnant, never requiring an enemy or a target to realize its ideal. ...

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The Secrets of Spontaneous Cancer Remission

A Q&A with Kelly Turner, PhD, about cancer remission.
Wendy Kagan uncovers the secrets of spontaneous remission with cancer researcher Kelly Turner, PhD prior to her upcoming workshop at the Omega Institute.

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Esteemed Reader

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Esteemed Reader of Our Magazine: My boys are straddling two stages of independence. One is young enough to enjoy hearing me read or talk with him at bedtime. The other is just as happy to read on his own, though he will tolerate me reading with him in special moments. The other evening, I read from a book of Sufi teaching stories with the younger boy. Completing each story I asked him what meaning he found. In some cases he thought and replied, and in others he impatiently tells me to "just keep reading, dad!" This is the routine. With one story the boy didn't hesitate to share the meaning. It is a potent story, with a surprising turn of meaning affording a glimpse of the almost ubiquitous phenomenon of perceiving the world upside down. You, who are reading these words, are likely not a child. Nevertheless, the story, which may seem whimsical, has some significance, and is equally valuable to young and old ears. As such, I am sharing it here. The Bequest* A man died far from his home, and in the portion of his will which he had available for bequest, he left in these words: "Let the community where the land is situated take what they wish for themselves, and let them give that which they wish to Arif the Humble." Now Arif was a young man at the time, who had far less apparent authority than anyone in the community. Therefore, the elders took possession of whatever they wanted from the land which had been left, and they allocated to Arif a few trifles only, which nobody else wanted. Many years later Arif, grown to strength and wisdom, went to the community to claim his patrimony. These are the objects which we have allocated to you in accordance with the will," said the elders. They did not feel that they had usurped anything, for they had been told to take what they wished. But, in the middle of the discussion, an unknown woman of grave countenance and compelling presence appeared among them. She said: "The meaning of the Will was that you should give to Arif that which you wished for yourselves, for he can make the best use of it." In the moment of illumination which this statement gave them, the elders were able to see the true meaning of the phrase, "Let them give that which they wish to Arif." "Know," continued the apparition, "that the testator died unable to protect his property, which would, in case of his making Arif his legatee in an obvious sense, have been usurped by this Community. At the very least it would have caused dissension. So, he entrusted it to you, knowing that if you thought that it was your own property you would take care of it. Hence, he made a wise provision for the preservation and transmission of this treasure. The time has now come for it to be returned to its rightful use." Thus, it was that the property was handed back; the elders were able to see the truth. There's a Sufi theme much like the golden rule suggesting one should wish for others precisely what one wishes for oneself. Of course, the task is not to stop at wishing, but to actively seek and procure the good of others. The suggestion is that with a right-side-up perception this is not a selfless or sacrificing mode of behavior. Rather it is the counterintuitive means of achieving the happiness, wholeness, and wellbeing for which everyone seeks but can never quite grasp, precisely because of grasping. The teaching is that those who work for the happiness, wholeness, and wellbeing of others gain access to a larger reservoir of these qualities, not in acquisition but participation. In this process, the ordinary experience of "other" relaxes and there is a beginning to work for 'the good.' Another perhaps deeper meaning relates to the inheritance or bequest each person receives by virtue of being born in a human form. These are the faculties—the mind, creativity, the body and its powers, the emotional life, our characteristic makeup and strengths—all that we are given, and experience as "myself." The movement describes a simple reversal of focus from inside to outside. Herein all that the magnificent instrument of being is, is not for the benefit of ego, not for personal pleasure and enjoyment. Rather all that we are is for others, and for the energetic ecosystem of a larger world of which we ourselves are a part. The Sufi litany says "You have many endowments which are yours on trust alone; when you understand this, you can give them to the rightful owners." *Tales of the Dervishes, Idries Shah, 1967 EP Dutton & Co., New York ...

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Can New York Pull Off Single-Payer Healthcare?

The US Healthcare System is Broken. New York Could Lead the Way to Fixing It.
New York proposes single-payer healthcare system with the New York Health Act.

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A Digital Approach to Mental Health

Fighting Depression with Avatars and Apps
Mental health care is going mobile, with interventions and treatments for the digital age.

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Simple Techniques to Manage the Stress of Everyday Life

Mindfulness meditation is a powerful stress-fighting technique that we can apply to handling stress no matter where it occurs. Nina Smiley, Ph.D., Director of Mindfulness Programming at Mohonk Mountain House leads private sessions and weekend programs at Mohonk Mountain House.

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Esteemed Reader

April 2018
Esteemed Reader of Our Magazine: What is a human being for? This is a question that appears in my consciousness like Hale-Bopp streaking across the sky at unpredictable intervals. It appears at random times, on a schedule completely independent of the regular movements of celestial bodies or other contrivances like hours, weeks, or years. The question popped in yesterday as I watched a high school theater group perform a production of the Broadway musical "Pippin." A cast of young adults paraded across the stage in a grand spectacle, meant, as best I could tell, to convey the myriad alluring characters and contexts of ordinary life. In the play a protagonist, Pippin, is a narcissistic and self-involved "spoiled brat" seeking "fulfillment" through diverse experiences—excelling in learning at the academy, finding glory in battle, exercising political power, partaking of sexual extravagance and the creative fervor of art, even familial domesticity—and none contain the answer he craves. Meanwhile, there's a "lead player" orchestrating the unfolding events to keep Pippin preoccupied with his quest for elusive assuagement, and in a perpetual state of vexation. The play reminded me of P. D. Ouspensky's book of short stories, Talks with a Devil, in which the devil's mission is to keep characters occupied with the satisfaction of desires and ambitions, fleeing discomfort and failure, and always striving beyond their current experience. Like the devil in Ouspensky's story, the goal of the lead player and the cast representing the thousands of relationships and situations of life is to lead Pippin into "the grand finale"—a pyretic act of terminal self-indulgence—suicide. But Pippin turns away to a more essential, albeit ordinary, path and the lead player and cast boycott the event, removing all the props, music, and costumes. Pippin and his mate and adoptive child are left on the stage naked and content (though there are portents of a recurring cycle of illusion-chasing). Meanwhile, I had my doubts that high school students playing the players had a sense of the multileveled, self-conscious implications of the play they performed, though perhaps I am wrong. The play invites an existential inquiry: What is the purpose of human life and of my life in particular? There is, it seems, an opportunity to inhabit the same set of circumstances in diametrically different ways. At one end of the spectrum is to waste one's circumstances in pursuit of satisfaction, comfort, and "fulfillment"; while at the other end is a wish and willingness to make use of the raw joy and suffering offered up in the moment, to "digest" and refine the material to give rise to a "something," which is the correct product of a human life. For me, a step in the direction of arousing answers to the question is indicated in the Sufi suggestion to know the difference between the container and its contents. There's two elements in this equation. Discerning their difference gives conceptions and birth to a third—the knower of both the container and its contents. The container for a human being is her instrument—the apparatus of her inner life, just as the cello or the pipe organ has the possibility of conveying a characteristic timbre, modes of musicality, and musical compositions. The container is the instrument playing an endlessly varied polyphony. It is a magnificent instrument, conducting a range of intelligences, an instrument we barely know from the inside, in the way that Pythagoras meant, when he inscribed in the lintel of the entrance to his academy: Know Thyself. The content for a human being comprises the whole spectrum of experience, this endlessly varied and infinitely rich blend of thoughts, sensations, feelings, moving, instinctive, and sexual intelligences that are the media through which all experience is known. It is through this media of the inner life that all apparently outer experiences—all relationships and roles, achievements and thrills, acquisitions and accomplishments—are known. Beyond this, what a person can do or manifest is a resultant of the concerted quality of these blended streams of intelligence, and every deed is imbued and impregnated with the resultant emanations. "Every tree is known by her own fruit." The knower is both the result and the reconciler of the container and the contained. The knower is invoked when one undertakes to tell the difference. Herein is a paradox—attempting to discern, in the moment of experience, the difference between the instrument and its sound evokes a third part, a knower, or witness; and the presence of the witness itself alters the integrity of the instrument and its voice. Like Pippin, our collective malaise is to seek experience to provide fulfillment, and as an escape from some undesirable experience. Meanwhile experience is the gift given to us in general and in particular to inhabit fully as it is, not in surrender but with a will to inhabit every iota of experience we are given. ...

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The Therapeutic Powers of Hypnosis

Hypnotherapists Peter Blum and Stephanie Kristal speak to their practice
Chronogram staffer Wendy Kagan speaks with certified hypnotherapists in the Hudson Valley about the therapeutic benefits of hypnosis.

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What is Jewish Renewal?

A Spiritual Phenomenon for Modern Times
Shir Yaakov of Kol Hai explains the origins, philosophy, and practices of Jewish Renewal phenomenon and how you can get involved in the Hudson Valley.

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Conscious Eldering Through Relational Wisdom Retreat

Local organizations partner to provide conversation about bridging the gap between generations and valuing our elders.

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Esteemed Reader

March 2018
Esteemed Reader of Our Magazine: Speaking of heroes, on rare occasions I've met an exceptional person. These meetings transmitted something extraordinary, call it an energetic pattern, and not by hearsay or an inspiring story but in direct experience. I am not knocking mythology. In fact, I love well-constructed stories conveying the experience of heroic beings though an integral narrative. An example is the stories of the 18th-century founder of the Chassidic movement, the Baal Shem Tov (Master of the Name). These stories convey a heroism that, for me, cuts to the quick. Here's one short example: The voices of opponents were raised against the Baal Shem's teaching, for many rabbis could not understand his ways. Some said of him that he dishonored the Sabbath with singing and freedom, some said that his ways and the ways of those who followed him and called themselves Chassidim were truly the ways of madmen. One of the scholars asked of the Baal Shem, "What of the learned rabbis who call this teaching false?" The Baal Shem Tov replied, "Once, in a house, there was a wedding festival. The musicians sat in a corner and played upon their instruments, the guests danced to the music, and were merry, and the house was filled with joy. But a deaf man passed outside the house; he looked in through the window and saw the people whirling about the room, leaping, and throwing about their arms. 'See how they fling themselves about!' he cried, 'it is a house filled with madmen!' For he could not hear the music to which they danced." Herein is the image of one who is free from the constraints of convention. Relieved of the constraints of doing the "right thing" and considerations of one's appearance, only a joyous and praising recognition of an abiding abundance remains. What makes this story remarkable and raises Rabbi Israel, the Baal Shem Tov to the status of hero, for me, is my encounters with Chassidim in his lineage. Many generations later, some of the people practicing in the tradition he began still possess the palpable quality of joyous warmth and insight grounded in essential discipline ascribed to him. In other words, the force of his life created a pattern and channel with the resilience to transmit a quality of joyful freedom into the future, from generation to generation (L'dor va'dor). When an inception has sufficient power, the myth of the hero is itself a vessel for the force of the life of its subject. This is why, I think, there is such a fascination with stories of heroes, not the least of which are in religious traditions, in which believers studiously absorb the stories of prophets and saints. The stories themselves are vessels for something material—the force and pattern of the life of the subject. Back to heroes one knows personally. This is a really special thing, for when the results of selfless heroism touch a person's being, a cycle is complete in the transmission. The numbers of heroic beings I have encountered I can count on one or two hands. One such hero is the person of John Anthony West, who died at his home in Saugerties in February. He was 85. John was an individual in the truest sense. A writer and lecturer by profession, an honorary doctor of Egyptology, he used his gift of wit and tenacious interest in facts to illuminate the dogmatic ignorance of academic orthodoxy. John with his colleague, Boston University professor Robert Schoch, proved that the enclosure and body of the Great Sphinx on the Giza Plateau had been eroded by water. As there has been virtually no water in Egypt since the end of the last ice age, his work showed that the Sphinx is at least 6,000 years older than conventional archeologists believe. In a lecture to a conference of geologists, John mocked the archeological orthodoxy and their unwillingness to reevaluate dogma when presented with new evidence saying, "This concerns weathering patterns on rock, and when it comes to this, an Egyptologist's opinion is no better than a proctologist's." When an academic Egyptologist took offense, John didn't miss a beat. "You gotta understand," he said, "the proctologists didn't like my comment either. They say that their job is to cure sick assholes; they don't like being compared to them." Perhaps in spite of his biting wit, John had a powerful presence of being, which I experienced most directly walking together in a state of hushed awe through the unfathomable temples and monuments of ancient Egypt. There is much more I can and will say about a recently living hero, the remarkable John Anthony West. For now, I send good wishes his spirit and gratitude for his life and work. ...

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The Art of Conversation [Sponsored]

Toastmasters International Teaches Public Speaking
Discover the benefits of Toastmasters International's network of public speaking clubs, which employ a learn-by-doing approach.

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Upstate Senior Residences

Local Assisted Living Facilities for Graceful Aging
Discover assisted living facilities located in upstate New York.

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Beating Out Breast Cancer with New Treatments

New medical innovations help treat breast cancer
From new screening tests to targeted, molecular therapies, innovations in breast cancer treatment are lifting survival rates and vasting improving quality of life.

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Hudson Valley Fitness and Nutrition

The staples of health and wellness are exercise and diet. The Hudson Valley offers many resources for healthy living, including weekly yoga and fitness classes, cleansing workshops focused on nutrition and diet, organized hikes and outings through the region’s mountainous terrain, and fresh, locally grown food at farms and farmers’ markets.

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Maintaining a healthy lifestyle means finding ways to relax and unwind. Hudson Valley spas and resorts, like Mohonk Mountain House in New Paltz and Buttermilk Falls Inn & Spa in Milton, offer services and amenities that include meditation, stress reduction, massage, body treatments, and saunas. Hudson Valley spas feature eco-friendly products and cafés and juice bars with local, organic meals and snacks.