Attended my first Kirtan concert saturday night, wide open, glowy with nearly palpable love in the air, I moved to the back of the room (staging to go), and was hit by a wave of negative energy from a woman who suddenly came close. It felt like an assault, I don’t know how else to… Read More
I have this story I tell myself about not being someone who easily leaves the ground. On Friday, and on a complete whim, I jumped up onto a cement bench two footed and certain of failure. And as I landed heavily on top I could not have been more startled than if I had taken… Read More
In bed, wrapped under not-so-baby Della, there is a complex play of comfort and discomfort. Today in my early morning wakings I played with making conscious the toggle between the two and found my appreciation of the delicious comfort to be totally heightened just by allowing it its own attention. Share This:
I envision a spiral one I can trace with my finger, one with topography, curves and swells and switchbacks I imagine my own travel along, away, back… revisiting from a place not quite where I was, not quite a return, always informed by my journey outward, inward, and all that I’ve encountered I feel closer… Read More
10 years ago and the memory is both sharp and muddled I have a story my self tells myself. the moon was near full, but the day was rainy and it was years before I was ok on sundays or mondays or on nights with a big moon. I could not even look at it.… Read More
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the new moon now signals something to me, a time to breathe in and begin. it is a time of planting. I have a moon phase app on my phone (which is a sentence that would have made no sense to anyone not too many years ago) and yesterday I watched the waning in a… Read More
to the 11 amazing women who joined me today in our everyday mindfulness workshop, I thank you, truly, from the whole of my heart. What a joy. I feel truly honored and blessed. The best kind of tired. The kind that with every exhalation there is a quiet but deeply felt Yes. Share This:
feeling tonight as if I am opening to something driven more by curiosity than panic and not quite “driven” so much as inspired, I guess, inspired (quietly), motivated, all such big words it is more like allowing, a giving way, a giving into, a giving over… a yes, here, this Share This:
an image of my own upturned cupped hands has persisted for me for years, arriving first deep into the sleepless season of acute grief, and then returning to visit sometimes when I am on the cusp of something my hands, a symbol of surrender sometimes, of willingness to receive, of openness, of no longer knowing… Read More
