Rather than play, I practice. There’s so much to learn and nothing to lose. Obviously, I lack the competitive edge, always have. For me, “the only way to win is to refuse to play" (Seth Godin). It is only in the last 10 years that I developed a lifelong practice, and that did not happen... Continue Reading →
The Sentience of Things
“She believes this chair has feelings.” A friend delighted in introducing me this way, as she offered an empty chair as a place to sit. She never mentioned Edgar Allan Poe or the character, Roderick, in “The Fall of the House of Usher.” Saying I believed in “the sentience of things” would not have had... Continue Reading →
Who is Not a House of Cards?
In yesterday’s post, I wrote that one fall is a life-changer for me; structurally, I am “a house of cards.” All true but in retrospect, a bit self-absorbed. A fall is a life-changer for anyone. Descent is descent. 😉 In a nanosecond, life is a tumble—its gait broken—harm is imminent. Life at its most vibrant,... Continue Reading →
The Last Firefly
There are so many bright, shining moments not celebrated in legend or in memoir. Maybe they are not even recorded as journal entries. In their uniqueness, they fall short of sharing. Often, I wonder if I let them go a little sooner than I should, like when fireflies first appear. There is the brilliance of... Continue Reading →