The upside of pain

I never thought I’d think, say or infer something so trite-sounding and cruel as “the upside of pain.” But this morning while downward-dogging in yoga and then again in a crazy-tough bind, I thought of the upside of a recent season of bewilderment and anomie. Favorite memories moseyed into my thoughts as I stretched this … More The upside of pain

Draw a line

I finally made it to the mountains. As the drive across Kansas ended, Colorado’s front range came into far distant view. I wept. Through Owl Canyon and then into the Shambhala Mountain Center at Red Feather Lakes, tears pooled. It felt so silly and so…well-like the tears had waited a long time to come. Gratitude. Sniffy soggy gratitude.  During the … More Draw a line