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Stealth meditation experiment.

It’s January, and each day feels fresh and new.  There’s a relief that comes with releasing the prior year, of shrugging off the accumulated weight of everything that happened (and didn’t happen), the people who came and left, the emotional residue that builds up one day at a time.  Today I still have that clean-slate feeling.  I have a renewed curiosity for Life and what I might do with it while I’m here.  This is the time to open to possibility, and to try things in a new way:  what I eat, how I move, when I wake up, and the like.

The great thing about starting something now is that you get to say, “I’ve been doing this all year,” and even though Continue reading “Stealth meditation experiment.”

What the year held.

This was a big year for me, with many transitions.  Some I never saw coming, and others I orchestrated with great care.  I’m still in an in-between place and being at this cusp of year into year has me feeling wobbly. . . yet also held in love and inspired by each new day.

This year holds my broken heart.  In February, the man I felt so certain of abruptly Continue reading “What the year held.”

More love songs.

There is always room for more love songs.  Keep loving.  Keep writing.  Keep singing.  Even though love songs have been around for centuries.  Even though we’re all singing about the same thing:  the hope, sweetness, bliss, and ache of love.  It doesn’t matter.  We want to hear your version.  We want to hear your words, your tune, your voice, your arrangement.

Tell us how it is.  We want to know.  We can never get enough.

Reach Out.

Many months ago a friend told me about 6 Months to Live, a blog about living a meaningful and authentic life.  I was smitten by the work.  It felt like there were clues and encouragement embedded in it just for me.  And it so happened that Jacqueline Boone, the writer and force behind the philosophy, lived here in San Francisco.

I decided to reach out.  I wrote to her. . . and she wrote back!  I was completely giddy, Continue reading “Reach Out.”

Even here.

The other day, as I walked home from teaching my morning class, I noticed a man walking towards me.  He looked agitated and unkempt, and was muttering to himself.  And as we drew closer he looked up and saw me and began to move faster, and he leaned towards me as he passed and shouted, “You fucking bitch!”  He was so close I could feel his breath against my cheek.  Continue reading “Even here.”

Receive love, unconditionally.

I’m at a place in my life where I can look back at all my prior incarnations and feel so much love and compassion for the person I’ve been.  I’ve forgiven her foolishness, and her painful choices.  My heart breaks at her confusion and suffering.  I go easy on her where she is too hard on herself, and beats herself up and has such profound misunderstandings about what’s going on.  She’s doing the best she can. Continue reading “Receive love, unconditionally.”

Go first.

I used to wait for other people to love me, and I didn’t even realize it but it totally stressed me out.  It was like I needed an invitation to open my heart.  Does he like me?  Are we friends?  What does she think of me?  Who will be the first to say “I love you”?  If I say it first and he just says “Thanks” I’ll feel so stupid and awkward. Continue reading “Go first.”

Map making.

One of my favorite yoga teachers is also a well-known writer.  After class one day I asked him how it came to be.  I think what I said was, “So, you’re a writer and a yoga teacher.  How did that happen exactly?”  He smiled and said, “I made it up.”

We talked a bit more, and this is the clue I found:  It’s ok to explore and not know exactly the shape of it.  Be open.  Do the work.  See where it leads. Continue reading “Map making.”