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
I finally did it. Following at least three years of languid research, six or so weeks of intense discovery, nearly a decade of recommendations from kith and kin; and the favorite friend who scouted two cars I’d identified and cross-referenced across multiple car-buying services and Motor Trend, Consumer Reports, NADA, etc., ran through VIN-check services … More 3 years at least
What can you say about a car – a sweet Vibe even – that looks and sounds better from a distance or when freshly out of a tornado-driven thunderstorm? I’m not materialistic, but even I eventually recognize the time to part with things like my long-appreciated adventure wagon, a 2004 Pontiac Vibe. I’ve been casually … More Blind-spot detector
A few months ago while winding down from a particularly challenging yoga practice with sweat pooling between me and my mat and an anxiety rising up in my thoughts, I wondered, “What if I were the most accomplished person in the world? How would I carry myself?” I felt my body stretch outward and fill … More What if …
I’m getting a new roommate. Izzy is going to soon make her triumphant – if not temporary – unexpected return to the Hobbit House. Gosh, I’ve missed her. Izzy has been the head of ranch security on the land Z’s parents own in Oklahoma for the past years. She has barked up the southern sun. … More I had forgotten
Staff meetings are typically not the places where one meets their muse. Yet, while explaining the Y2K phenomenon to a brilliant colleague too young to recall that era, the muse moseyed up for a chat. “Yeah, during that last month of 1999, I halfheartedly started a Y2K box. It was full of only no-tech coffee-making … More barista of the apocalypse
No surprise to anyone, but here goes: I sometimes (and lately more than sometimes) get run over by my inner critic. That voice that we think may be conscience…may be Jiminy Cricket or the Divine or – in the immortal words of Ebeneezer Scrooge – “an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a … More Fail like a genius.
Last week, I asked my friend and early morning yoga instructor if she had something she wanted me to remember. About my practice. She paused and said something like, “I see you always making it work. Sometimes, I wish you would allow yourself to be curious about what can be. Curious and not making it work…letting it … More Curiosity
Tuesday evening, the Peeps and I celebrated a new couch, good company and the upcoming new year with wine and Jeff’s local pizza. We also hashed out our 2019 words of the year via storyboards (you’re welcome), laughter, tears, courage and other confidential means. At first we tossed out ideas as if we were Miss Congeniality … More illuminate