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:
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
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
