I lost my voice. And I kind of love it. Not so much the endless cups of tea and not being able to run (the wheezing…), but losing my voice has helped me find a few important things like solitude, more attentive listening, greater thoughtfulness when I do attempt speech and the best maniacally-sounding laugh … More in the quiet.
This is going to be brief as in “brevity is clarity.” I borrowed the tidbits below from two very different sources: Weird Al Yankovic and Sharon Salzburg. One is known for boisterous musical satire and the other invites people to quiet contemplation. See below. Vote. Get a free sticker. Vote. Show you care about something. … More Free stickers!
Last week, I was buzzing along Ulm, Berchtesgaden and Hamburg streets – at home with the people and places we explored. In each city, I noticed small stone-shaped plaques among the cobbles. Each plate began “Hier wohnte…” or “Here lived…” followed by a name, and dates of deportations and death. Since I have been gone, … More stones of remembrance
Tomorrow, I fly. Leaving for good this time. Rolling and stuffing as much as I can into one carry-on pack, leaving curling iron and all but lipstick and mascara behind and a few clothes for adventuring, I am leaving the Hobbit House for good. Who knows how I will return in a few weeks? (A … More leaving for good
This morning I got out to run in the drippy pre-dawn town that includes my current address. As much as I enjoy after-running, I needed a nudge and that’s where Katie’s text from last night came into play. “Yoga in the am?” So with a target to meet up with my pal on a mat … More jealousy and forgiveness.
Prologue: I initially miss-typed “the unforeseen god.” It could be the rainy-weekend binge watching of The Good Place with the cat I’m hanging out with that has me thinking of god. Or grief. Or Bob Goff’s, “Everybody Always” on audiobook. Or the promise to read a kids’ graphic-novel version of the bible that I am … More The unforeseen good
I am in my favorite Kansas place – on the Konza Prairie – though scribbling as a meeting wraps up instead of hiking the trails. It’s been a full day. A full weekend of adventure and friends lost to the insidiousness of cancer and more. Bitter mixed with sweet. This afternoon, I wanted to curl … More The need for quiet spaces
Today. Life showed up. While running in the foggy cool Kansas morning, I wanted to go home and curl up with the feels that sweep over about this time each year. It’s my brother, Pat’s, birthday. He hasn’t been around to enjoy it since 1986. Dammit Cancer. And it is also Madi and Z’s international … More Not a trial run.
“I’ve practiced yoga for almost seven years, but it took the first five or so to get rid of my ego so I can actually begin to learn.” I’ve been thinking about this thing of ego for the past weeks since I spoke to Katie as we left morning yoga. Ego. Such a small word … More Ego
Most of us are looking for a way to grow, get better…get off of the couch. We invest in spiffy new gadgets to measure our progress, coaches to inspire and hold us accountable, books and classes to learn from and all sorts of helpful hardware to ensure success. But anyone who has ever committed to … More Not a matter of if and then.