“I’ve practiced yoga for almost seven years, but it took the first five or so to get rid of my ego so I can actually begin to learn.” I’ve been thinking about this thing of ego for the past weeks since I spoke to Katie as we left morning yoga. Ego. Such a small word … More Ego
I did not expect my word of the year, build, to set a fire. The plan was to: Build heart and head space. Build credibility. Build conversations that build community. Build something that lasts. As fortunate as I feel for this freshly built space in my heart and head, it has come at an infernal … More Starting fires
Have you seen the video of the bear that snuffled a family’s home while they slumbered? Ursa major made a minor snack of their belongings. If you’ve had a chance to read my last blog where the idea of trauma and pain is likened to hangry bears who follow you and take up residence in … More The rest of the (bear) story
I am a fortunate fool. Mentors and students pop in to my office throughout the week. Their stories and laughter make the everyday ordinary come to life. The other day, a student stood nearby blinking and having deflected a sincere and hard-earned compliment by saying (again), “you haven’t met my sister!” Ummm. Nope. I was … More Own it to hone it
I walked to work today. It was crisp and clear. Just what I needed. As in every walk-to-work-day, my mind constantly scanned for the best way forward or “how to ensure I get to work on time.” When driving, the route is straightforward: over the cobbles of Juliette to the canopied Bertrand, then North Manhattan, … More No Shortcuts
These are trying times to be human. Each era tests our spirit. We want and work to live well-securely, love deeply, and serve with unflagging commitment. We rise and – if we have been fortunate to cultivate hope – we attempt growth and press on. Sometimes our attempts are near misses and sometimes they fail. Futures we imagine and work towards … More Fine Art of Failure
The news has me deep in thought. Life. Death. Lies. Rape. Excuses. Poverty. War. Befouled earth. Fear. My mind tries to wrap around what grieves my heart. Looking for – experiencing – beauty and kindness keeps my boat from tipping and drawing water. No longer am I wondering, “What kind of world will we leave … More Pitfalls of being human
When M & K were growing up and we were at a standoff, I would sometimes remember to be wise. In those times, I would say something like, “when we’re angry at one another or we’ve hurt feelings, it creates a distance between us – one that is not easily closed again. Forgiveness is a … More The distance between us
Dear Brave Ones, The irony of my writing a blog is: typically, once a grand gesture or statement is made in the public square, I am soon tested within the scope of that once grand gesticulation. Only through writing or “talking it out” do dots connect among the issues I ponder. Most folks appear to connect dots before they … More We are enough (we just don’t know it yet)
