Every Day Zen
No word wasted. I am in the middle of a sun salutation when that thought drops in, followed by one of Don Miguel Ruiz’ four agreements, “Be impeccable with your word." Sometimes, my yoga practice is like that. Especially in these days of wielded words, as if they do no harm, as if…. Nothing new... Continue Reading →
Almost a year ago I published “Once in a While a Protest Post.” How foolish the idea of a single or infrequent protest seems now, as America unravels at a pace rivaling the melting of Antarctica. The undoing of democracy some say but I suspect we are discovering what democracy demands and how we have... Continue Reading →
I aim for even but I keep close a pair of boots for the shit holes of life. They shake up my structure, sometimes stretching me to what I am sure will be beyond my limits. Not yet, obviously. I continue to muck through them. I have learned there will always be shit holes. Whether... Continue Reading →
Today’s “LongerView, “The Other Side of the Wall,” takes me to middle ground, thanks to my wise neighbor, Grace. It’s not world-changing, this story, but it is one of our time. The post is a bit darker than most but there is a sliver of light, albeit a thin one. These are dark days, uneasy... Continue Reading →
While it seems impossible at first, you soon recognize that with everything there is a point of balance and you just have to find it. (Amy Tan) Experience has shown me that in each day a point of balance exists no matter how pervasive the impossible. I find my fulcrum in the unlikeliest of places.... Continue Reading →
As I attempt to walk on my own again, my country seeks security somewhere, anywhere. Neither of us is sure of how far to go, much less where. Yet, it is not our uncertainty that is the problem. We are right where we need to be, “unfolding a new myth” (Rumi). “Life always bursts the boundaries... Continue Reading →
Today's #LongView post, Always a Nasty Woman, is a bit about citizenship--what it means to live in a republic. It's a lifetime responsibility. The Nasty Women Project brought out the activist in me. Too long had I been complacent. Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is... Continue Reading →
“Something there is that does not love a wall…” (Robert Frost). No, not the wall specifically but all walls--any walls--put up under the mistaken belief that in isolation, life thrives. How can it? It exhausts its limited resources. When we wall out what is on the other side, we lull ourselves into a false sense... Continue Reading →
