so much to say. or so i thought. lately i’ve been listening more and more to the people closest and furthest away to the clatter of hoofbeats the yapping heads the wailing of desert orphans the guns of war sweet sounds of new babies as they pass through the office in their mum and dads’ … More so much to say
so much is happening. with an unceasing and only increasing hurricane of information and misinformation, it is easy to feel underwhelmed with the state of the species and overwhelmed with plastic trashlands floating in the ocean, shots fired, kids abandoned and the sorry state of the gold calf that is economy. i felt this acutely … More i see you, blue sky
I am very transparent. Or so I think. Until I am released from the constraints of “hometown” and travel. Then – because I care less about others’ judgments, assumptions made over time and our shared experiences – I am carefree … almost. Gregarious. Comfortable in my skin. Almost 100% comfortable in my skin. That is … More who we are when we’re away
You know those people – friends and strangers – who are like cool drinks of water. How do you feel when they are around? What do they bring to the conversation? Do they invest time paying attention or getting attention? My guess is that they pay more attention than jockey for it. Last week, I … More paying attention or getting attention?
have you ever felt lonely? when was the last time you felt lonely? I heard today that 46% of Americans feel lonely. To be honest, I had googled “loneliness” because it is something I deal with and learning is how I deal with most things. A conversation that had gone awry with a friend, tiredness … More lonely much?
when i purchased my new-to-me car, folks knew that this decision and outlay of cash was a big deal – even bigger than heated seats. and in their kindness and excitement for me, i heard “isn’t it great?” and “aren’t you so excited?” Yes. i appreciate the chevy’s reliability and comfort. and uniform paint job. … More conveyances
we are libraries. we are ambulating repositories of story: mobile archives where lifetimes of rare and ordinary adventures are kept, shared, forgotten and refound – rexeplored among fresh generations and days. our stories challenge and inspire. humble and embolden. they are diaries filled with warnings and joy. we are libraries with shelved stories to read … More we are libraries
A few weeks ago (or maybe less), a friend and I drove into the country to visit an organic goat farm during their open house. It was hot and the sun shone too bright as it bounced blazes off of melting highway. But this sweet friend and I were overdue for adventure and our destination … More Welcome good things
In yoga, folks talk about making space. We make space on our mats for our imperfections and triumphs and disappointments. Weariness and strength. The ego doesn’t have much space allotted to the real estate of yoga mats, though mine still shows up right before I do the yoga equivalent of “hold my beer.” About Father’s … More Making space.
I thought I wouldn’t need it. Too frivolous after investing in a new-to-me car. Wasn’t I just home in Germany last fall? What about Izzy? “Slacker.” Summer is here and I keep thinking to last year’s Glenwood Springs vacation, riding the train over the prairies and the mountains, zipping around the mountain town alone on … More Clueless and in need of a getaway