oatmeal half eaten hair half dry the bag half packed the day half planned with all of this half-ing, it’s hard not to feel half assed. instead, the truth of it: (some) things are simply halfway to where they need to be. some of them can stay half done forever — because really, what’s the impact?… Read More
There will always be a gap between what other people envision for you and what you need to do for you, this is truly, simply because they are not you. The work is not to try to keep from disappointing others, the work is to keep from disappointing yourself. Share This:
is it bad to confess that I want the unknown to just miraculously expose its gifts to me, expose the path, light the way, beacon with certainty and smells of vanilla and cinnamon, promises of hammocks and long views and lightning bugs and gentle breezes… it is bad to confess I want to know where… Read More
Today I’ve been thinking a lot about lightness vs heaviness about the cycle I keep experiencing, shifting back and forth between being heavy and laden down with history, habit and uncertainty, and the surprising lightness of relative clarity, openness, possibility and mobility…. the return (of sorts) back again into a thicker more tangled heaviness does… Read More
tonight I will practice my own take on a full moon breath— slowly, mindfully pulling breath down and in, imagining cool and round. right now the sky is milk and the trees are being tossed by a hot wind… and it is easier to imagine tossed and hot than to imagine cool and slow and… Read More
from Richard Droker http://www.flickr.com/photos/83432882@N05/7759213422/ Finding myself falling back into and following the grief journey strand of my braided river, I find myself back in conversation about stone. Back in the uncharted territory, back in the thick of feeling my way toward something. I have a long history of being a thinker. (remember pooh bear? think think think… Read More
there are moments tucked in, that seem almost stolen. quiet before sleeping, sometimes, or a lull when driving…in those moments I realize I am nearly starved for that kind of quiet, that kind of relative stillness, that kind of unhooked, uncharted time. Creativity, for me, has always needed space. It is a dance of gathering,… Read More
catching a glimpse of myself in the mirrored surface of my phone, canted just so, I see someone surprisingly unfamiliar. I remember a moment in my 20s when I looked into the mirror after washing my face, and saw myself, really *saw myself* for the first time. As I looked into my own eyes, I… Read More
on the way home today, a day early, uncomfortable with all choices (staying, going)… I was near enough home so I decided to turn up a never traveled road, and drive by a place that may soon become a frequent destination. In my mind I knew where the road went– up the steep hill past… Read More
today is about being wide open I am traveling today, and there is something so cleansing for me to be in motion like that–I am someone who does not mind driving most of the time up a hill, along a stream for a while, past fields and forests, through suburbs then grazing the bottom of… Read More
