Some journeys are about destinations, and others, well, are about the journeying. This past week was all about journeying. Transitions. In betweennesses. It was about jet lag and homesickness, it was about identity and confidence. It was about transforming *this* into *that*, an alchemy I did not think possible. I am working on a workshop… Read More
Driving up route 145 north out of colebrook, you’d pass Dostie’s furniture on the right. A long low building sided in vertical boards of a medium blue. Tune up shops, trailers and homes fall away quickly as the road heads uphill faster than you can downshift. The drive takes you up one… Read More
this is not about forcing or pushing or pulling or breaking open or even creating. this is about allowing. one of the biggest lessons of this lifetime for me is letting go of my “ideal/idea” and allowing opportunities and transitions to occur. I spend *so much energy* holding things still (trying to stay the course),… Read More
today is a day for me to own the fact that i feel sad. it is an anniversary day for the country, yes, undeniably, unthinkably tragic. it is also an anniversary day for me, of my first marriage. it is impossible now to imagine that innocence, that un-jaded hope. it is impossible now to imagine… Read More
it’s like tuning in to some great radio station during a night drive, listening to a great interview by Krista Tippet or Terry Gross… and then, slowly, slowly losing signal. It breaks up a little at first, maybe so little you hardly notice. Maybe just in the valleys. Then it drops out, really comes and… Read More
I asked my guide, “how do I stay on my path?” After a slight pause and with just the slightest tilt of his head, he answered: “Stay on the path.” Share This:
is that time passes whether you are paying attention or not whether you are mindful or not whether you are happy or sad, joyful or fitful life, busy, logistics, and suddenly the weather shifts, the oppressive humidity lessens and I noticed that the sumac is starting to change color. so, yes, this. this life. this… Read More
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:
