The Absence of X.

by | Feb 12, 2014 | my personal practice

I spent twelve days doing nothing but coughing, and then the coughing changed. Instead of accompanying my every move (ha, move is possibly not the correct word since I was barely getting out of bed), the coughing became intermittent: a visitor, not a roommate. Its...

Visions #225: I want to write

by | Oct 28, 2013 | stuff I think about

Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very. Each week I write these Visions of Possibility and Anticipation to practice asking for what I want. And to get clarity on what that really is, even when asking feels conflicted. I always get useful information about...

Gazelle state.

by | Sep 19, 2013 | stuff I think about

Shawn, who cares nothing at all for sports or athleticism in any form, and would probably prefer that it all just disappear in a whoosh of smoke, has noticed how very much I do care. As well as the way I am constantly descending to the red rug to breathe some yoga, or...

Red Lights: A Love Story.

by | May 2, 2013 | working on patterns & habits

I took it for granted that the green lights were the good ones. Like a sign . A loving whisper of encouragement: Go. Permission. Go. Right timing. Go. You are ready now. Go. Red. Light. Of course green lights are the good ones. Who doesn’t want green? Except,...
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