The Blessed Disappointment–a study on online dating in what-we-like-to-call middle age–is my new series here. I try and post Wednesday.Can you guess why the photo below was chosen to lead off these posts? email me
The Yoga blog seems to be on break–fortunately my practice is very consistent and satisfying. Maybe it’s not something one writes about.
I’m moving into production mode for PDXP’s Fertile Ground productions. Registration for co-productions is due 9/25.
Fall means reg’lar, it smells like apples, hot coffee and hot tea. Fall’s full of neighbors shuttling the same wonderful tomatoes across one another’s threshholds. It’s not so threatening as fall was in Minnesota. It’ more like the sweetness of bright orange squash flesh. And here I am, back after whatever that was that took me off schedule. Oh, right–summer.
I have no objections to pictures of you on your Harley or in front of your Taurus with the dog tied to the roof rack. That’s just truth in advertising. But a photo of just the car/dog/cycle?
I’m trying to think what is the progression of these questions. Let me take a stab at it: 1) Do you like to be scared by fake strange things happening in familiar places? 2) Do you want to try out possibly strange things happening in unfamiliar places (like reality?) 3) Do you want to throw away everything familiar to encounter real danger in real time without a net, while cramped, stinky and covered in sunscreen.
As a serial online dater I’ve learned to recognize the open-mouthed flakiness, announced kinkiness, ferocity, moodiness, unreliability, poor judgment, narcissism and financial disastrophy of prospective dates as gifts to me. Should I be angered by the man with the fun-loving, gentle profile when he happens to call an hour before our appointed coffee date to [...]
The World at Small My alternative universes rock me off my systems. Of course that’s why it’s so important to make the trips. I check-in from time-to-time, just to make sure I can come to balance again, with a little grace and humility. I taste the thoughts, the mannerisms, magazines and foods in these fine [...]
Often in Yoga I hear wonderful cues that touch my body, my spirit, unlock doors, throw open windows or connect dots. I try to keep them rolling through my brain to muse on for the Yoga journal. Rarely do I come out with the phrase or word, though. Yes the connection, aeration, release and expansion [...]