She licked her wicked wounds and revealed her exotic and disturbing past on occasion at ladies luncheons and rotary breakfasts.When she dove into the dust of her back yard she pulled out apricot trees, watermelons, plums, pomegranates and even roses. Selma flowered in the relentless sun that would whip her sheets dry in a flash.
Frazzle, you little devil you. Yes I’m talking to you. Why can’t we just get along? You and your obsessions, compulsions and fears. You keep me working and reworking it to death sometimes. You chain me to the computer screen just so you know I’m hard at it—not even letting me get to the creative [...]
My “can’t really care” is also not the “How many fucks I’m not going to give” meme that makes the social media rounds. I’m not propounding rebellion and recognizing my own voice—though I applaud that step in time. I’m not embracing my bad habits, defiantly poised against corporate motherhood telling us to eat our broccoli and go to the gym.
We will not cast people out for their choices in lip color, hosiery, language, religion, or the lack thereof. We will try to be “with it,” but not too with it—if you know what I mean.
This morning’s yoga class was an exploration of the basics of common postures. I found a rich sense of sanctuary—place, space, opening, revealing. It’s rich and delicious and now I know to keep my senses open to it, gently. Here I am; here I release; here I inhale; and here I discover. I easily find [...]
How long does the pose go on? Too long? Have I released as much as I can? Time to check into the smaller muscles–sometimes they hold back. Can I exhale through them? If I inhale to lengthen, then exhale to release, do I run up against a muscle that is holding? Is it stiff and [...]
What time is it? Now. Where am I? Here. It’s always true and it applies to everything. Yoga is a good reminder of this for me. The Yoga space excludes the cluttered world of screens and screams. The mat is a simple terrain upon which to features muscles, joints, bones, and breath. Here and Now—dismiss [...]
These tropical days, my brain can forget the ballast that would whisper doubt; remind me of the sweetness and pains of the past; beg for review and revision, organization and attrition. It’s left to work its schemes a million miles away, where it cannot push on me.
It’s back to school time in my head, even though my last blue fabric-covered notebook was over forty years ago, even though my daughter takes an airplane to school and I kiss her good-bye once for the whole semester. Still, the school calendar calls the tune for me and so many others, etched into our [...]
The start of the year seemed like a good time to revisit Blessings. What’s important? Who’s important? All the big questions sneak up on us this time of year.