I found home. Finally. Somewhere in the fog of Tennessee’s Highway 24, or in Archery, Georgia, or in the mountains where I met with friends and laughed before heading out to race along familiar red clay trails … or in the cabin – almost to Manhattan – to celebrate one of my very best friend’s … More I found home.
I am finally ahead. And already have my work … word for 2020: Uncomplicate. Rather than “simplify” which too often can keep us in the shallows or “minimalism” which is its own tangled thing, I want to uncomplicate my life by uncomplicating my thinking, what my heart chooses to believe and my time. My goal … More Uncomplicate
recently, i got my feathers ruffled. hackles raised. i was slightly pissed. and as i looked at the issue, i saw a collision of opinion, fired up by differing experience, and muddied by a bit of fear and frustration. people i respect. and i worked to learn and reframe and think and be brave and … More courage to be curious
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
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