This is my Rebounder. Don’t laugh, but I think it has mystical properties, or at least the repetitive bouncing motion seems too. I’m not a shaman, just a gal trying to navigate her way through a rather difficult life experience, seeking a variety of ways to heal my soul. (more…)
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I’m not much of a television watcher, but my son and I did get taken in by the swirling media vortex of The Voice last Spring. Somehow, we happened upon the season premiere and from then on we were loyally watching every Monday night. I adored the winner; my son was rooting for someone else. In the end we jokingly swore we were not going anywhere near the show in the future. Like moths to a flame, there we were again this past Monday night watching the premiere of the new season. (more…)
One of the most worthwhile things I have re-discovered these past few years is to allow, trust and honor feelings and emotions. In my other life, I felt things, but I would push those feelings as far away as possible. I did not live an inhabited life before everything fell apart, I lived at the edge, peering in. For me, “feeling” was uncomfortable and meant facing inconvenient truths.
In Stephen Buhner’s book, Ensouling Language: On the Art of Nonfiction and the Writer’s Life, he writes: (more…)
Caffeine and adrenaline don’t play very well together, at least not in my body. I discovered this in the throes of adjusting to my new life as a widow and single parent, as I attempted to drag some of my old habits right along with me.
The caffeinated jolt from my morning coffee, the one I love to drink as I walk the dogs, overwhelmed my system and sent me into orbit. Decaf was almost as bad.
I had to renegotiate a few things that were no longer working for me and surrender to the wisdom of reality, which is never easy. I ignored reality for far too long and it has a painful bite.
I have an odd habit of finding pennies. I don’t try to find them (it’s a rule) and I don’t actually look for them, but they appear anyway. I tracked this odd penny finding tendency for a few months out of sheer curiosity. The most I found in one month was twenty-one. I averaged ten.
On one day, I found three of them in completely different locations. It kind of blew my mind and I kept looking over my shoulder to see if someone was following me.
They are in random places: parking lots, walking trails, stores, restaurants, streets, and even the beach.
I am always pleasantly surprised when I see them and wonder why pennies and not dimes or quarters? Is there something about copper, or whatever pennies are made of these days, that cause them to fall out of pockets or wallets more often? Or, are we just more careless with this particular coin? (more…)
This Fall seems to be full of transitions, and I am trying to keep up with it all, but honestly, always feel like I am falling behind. No pun intended. I keep thinking things will begin to simplify and slow down, but the pace just seems to get faster. Since this is my favorite time of year, however, I am trying to revel in that wonderful fact.
I drove my son up to Santa Cruz last week for the sophomore installment of college. The eight hour car trip was one of the funniest and most enjoyable road experiences I have ever had. We spent quite some time engineering how to fit all his belongings in the back of my small SUV, and by the time the tires hit the road at 5am nearly every inch of my car was occupied. Thankfully, he doesn’t have a huge wardrobe, so we were somehow able to fit the important stuff: mountain bike, unicycle, surfboard, shelving unit, dresser, violin and fan. (more…)
“There comes a time in life when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. Surround yourself with people who make you laugh, forget the bad, and focus on the good. Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don’t. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is part of life, getting back up is living.” –Unknown
I’m fairly certain that all of us have friends and family, even ourselves, that have stumbled in life. Some are not able to get up. Often circumstances knock us down, or maybe it is alcohol or food or drugs that fuel the fall. It seems to be part of the human experience, despite our best efforts to keep ourselves upright and moving forward.
Many years ago, I was friends with a woman who was gorgeous inside and out. I was in awe of her beauty, poise and seemingly charmed life. I was unaware of her fondness for vodka, particularly in the mornings before me we met to have coffee.
By the time I learned of her addiction, it was too late. After a DUI, she bitterly told me that she had never felt good enough to fit in with “these women” in the community. I was stunned by the revelation, thinking she fit in more than I ever did. (more…)
“Lying, by omission or commission, is a bad idea. I cannot shake my dependency on the white lie, because I was brought up to be nice. And I’ve never figured out the nice way to say, ‘I’d rather stick a fork in my eye than come to your house for dinner.’ But the meaningful lie, the kind that involves being untruthful or deceitful about important stuff to those you love, is like poison. Telling the truth hurts, but it doesn’t kill. Lying kills love.” Amy Bloom
I have been pondering secrets and lies — those quiet forces that ebb and flow through our lives, sometimes as effortlessly as the air we breathe. I’m not waxing poetic on the morality of them. Some are most likely necessary; not everyone can handle the truth and some people just plain don’t want to know it.
It’s more a curiosity about human nature and the ways in which we complicate an existence that could be really simple and lovely. (more…)
After reading a truly amazing book, I found myself looking up the meaning behind warrior pose. Richard Rosen, a contributing editor of Yoga Journal, offers this:
“The yogi is really a warrior against his own ignorance,” Rosen says. “I speculate that Virabhadrasana I (warrior pose) is about rising up out of your own limitations.”
I can’t imagine a more fitting synopsis of the book by Brad Willis (aka Bhava Ram), Warrior Pose: How Yoga (Literally) Saved My Life.
A friend of mine recently attended an event where she had the opportunity to hear the author speak. She raved about him, so off I went to the local Barnes & Noble, where the book had literally just been placed on the shelf. Barnes & Noble is like Whole Foods for me. I can spend hours in the aisles, wandering the possibilities. (more…)
When I was in high school, I volunteered at a camp for kids with Cystic Fibrosis. Each summer was an amazing experience because these young, beautiful souls came together and spent time enjoying themselves in the company of others living with CF. No questions were asked. No explaining needed to be done. They were just free to be kids at camp.
The counselors were known as “Thumpers,” because we were trained to administer a therapeutic practice, known as thumping: a rhythmic pounding with cupped hands over different areas of the chest to loosen phlegm, and aid in breathing. Some of the kids were so tiny it was hard to imagine accomplishing this task. Think of playing a carefully orchestrated drum solo on a small child.
We didn’t tap on them. We thumped.
In the mornings, the halls of the buildings were filled with the collective sound of thumping and coughing. Rhythmic beats, eliciting breath and life.
We took thumping very seriously and I remember my arms getting so tired I thought they would fall off, but the spirit of why we were there made anything possible. The kids spoke openly about death and possessed an incredibly deep understanding of the finite quality and fragility of life. There was no guarantee that they would return the next summer. (more…)