Every Day Zen
Today’s #LongerView, "One with the Wood," is about mornings and beginnings, in particular the why of my morning mantra. I wanted to capture being in the moment as if it were a destination. Always brings a smile to my face, too. What I discovered was less control meant a lot more living. I hope you... Continue Reading →
To begin by doing no harm. An idea so stunning it stops me in my tracks--every day. On some, it paralyzes but not on this day. Having just finished meditation and yoga, I am in the kitchen, chopping vegetables--kale, carrots, mushrooms--for my weekly pot of soup with pinto beans. It’s a simple fare, full of... Continue Reading →
“The house of cards still stands,” I say to my primary care physician, and only then wonder, “is that an apt metaphor?” She nods her head, as she continues to read my MRI report. I’ve already heard from my neurologist who favors monologue over dialogue. Nor is he one for metaphor or talking about arthritis.... Continue Reading →
Today’s #LongerView, “All Right Will Never Be the Same,” is a drive through Georgia, one that I take frequently, but not usually in the way I did in this post. It does involve the medical profession and the unexpected. I hope you enjoy the post. As always, I provide the swinging bench. Aim for Even... Continue Reading →
Today’s #LongerView, “The Undertow of Thought,” is about bringing the meditative state into every day, rather than escaping into the somewhat seductive and oh-so-subtle mental wandering we do: the what ifs and if only. It’s like an undertow, as we learn to swim with rather than against it. As always, I provide the swinging bench.... Continue Reading →
I am a reader of Louise Erdrich, usually during difficult times, not for solace surely but for life at low tide. Hers is no fictional escape but story, hard and raw, word by word. “You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to... Continue Reading →
I used to be good with detail(s), and I’m still not bad, but now my associations are fluid, my memory free-ranging, the history I lived blended. I can think RFK and write or say JFK. And that is what I did in commenting on a thoughtful blog post regarding the 50thanniversary of RFK’s death. The... Continue Reading →
“There’s just so much wrong with you” a rheumatologist once told me. Finally, I thought, we are getting somewhere. Yes, we were. He dropped me as a patient. And it was freeing, at first, believing nothing could be done when there is just so much wrong. Some aspects of my health--diet and lifestyle--improved, but what... Continue Reading →
Fewer things I like better than metaphors, turning them inside out and upside down to discover what lies in the mix. In all of its intelligence, my Mac dictation finds contradictions nearly impossible, or perhaps it is my writing of them. I give my Artificial Intelligence (AI) pause, and sometimes, a pause turns into a... Continue Reading →
