The wind and cold have lingered this season of should-be-spring until suddenly it was 90ᵒ Thursday and 87ᵒ Friday. Saturday it snowed. Friday, Kansas’ forecast included fire-warnings, unseasonable heat, blizzards, tornado warnings and rain-with-hail. Bless your heart, Kansas. I cannot complain; friends up north are digging out from beneath mounds of April snow. Yesterday, after … More January 105, 2018
I am nesting in my cozy draped blue bed under twinkly lights. Not warrior-one-ing at yoga like I could be. Not sitting in the quiet back left pew among the Episcopal faithful in foreign territory, listening. Not picking up the clothes of the week that never made it back to the hangers or laundry bin. … More All the things we shouldn’t do.
I did not expect my word of the year, build, to set a fire. The plan was to: Build heart and head space. Build credibility. Build conversations that build community. Build something that lasts. As fortunate as I feel for this freshly built space in my heart and head, it has come at an infernal … More Starting fires
Yesterday, I stumbled from a cozy bed absent of sleep. Sleep-deprivation is not pretty. Thank goodness there was yoga to look forward to though my heavy tired heart was not having it – motivation and hope that is. I’d been wrestling for too long with life and feeling like I have been failing at “growth” … More Just for today.
I never thought I’d think, say or infer something so trite-sounding and cruel as “the upside of pain.” But this morning while downward-dogging in yoga and then again in a crazy-tough bind, I thought of the upside of a recent season of bewilderment and anomie. Favorite memories moseyed into my thoughts as I stretched this … More The upside of pain
Have you seen the video of the bear that snuffled a family’s home while they slumbered? Ursa major made a minor snack of their belongings. If you’ve had a chance to read my last blog where the idea of trauma and pain is likened to hangry bears who follow you and take up residence in … More The rest of the (bear) story
I have been quiet. Listening. Watching. Thinking. Praying even…dear Universe, please stop sucking; people are lonely, kids need to be safe, let love grow…how can I help? And reading. Meditating though only in that meditation is cultivating outward quiet so inward quietness has a chance to take root. As far as the blogging life of … More Thoughts from the quiet
I’ve been privileged to know many lovely people in my young and not-so-young life. Alberta who loved us thoroughly and for whom I cried bitterly when we moved back to Germany my first time. Grandmas, grandpas, aunties and cousins. Teachers. I almost could be persuaded to believe in God again just because of the enduring … More Be who you needed when you were younger
I have long been up this morning in the quiet tiny apartment, this place of refuge where I landed after limping back to Kansas. #1 son generously called it the Hobbit House for its diminutive size and coziness. I’ll always be grateful for the sweetness of that name. The kids saw home where I saw … More Starting Again: a travelogue to encourage people who are beginning again…again
This year is already different. In winter’s bitter cold and having Izzy nearby to woof at phantoms only she can hear, a change within the Hobbit House has occurred. Instead of resolving to get better at this and do better at that and be brilliant and wave my hanky at the capricious universe, I am … More Making friends with myself