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
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
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
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 …