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
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 …
How are you? Are you busy? Racing from work to kids’ practices and afternoon meetings? Are you up early each day and slow down late at night? Juggling this and that? Working hard to study up, work off, pay off that bill and prepare the kids to rock their world? How’s it going? I spent … More Un-muddying the water
I’ve been quiet lately. Not so much listening to some inner voice or pacing the halls in worry. Just quiet. Paying attention. Tending to my life. Walking the giant pup. As Izzy and I sit on my front stoop in the mornings after a walk about town, I find a quieting clarity in my coffee, … More Questions I’m asking
Saturday, I tumbled around before yoga – diving into the first Wildwood book, opening the curtains and drinking the coffee. It was glorious. The sun refracted and played through the prisms and glass bits I keep in my east-facing bedroom window. The coffee was good. I was at home with my thoughts. Eventually and after … More not a sad story & wonder of memory
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.
2018. So long and thanks for the fish. Some years drop you to your knees and this was not one of them. This was a year with adventure and good company – people of good will and wonder. 2018 has also included hard places and yet-resolved bits. As a year, it has done its work … More people of good will