While the practice of meditation is what brings me comfort, being connected to the awareness of the energy of meditation--in the absence of the practice--may be what I need more right now.

While the practice of meditation is what brings me comfort, being connected to the awareness of the energy of meditation--in the absence of the practice--may be what I need more right now.
Hello, lovely readers. Hope you're having a wonderful, if not warm, weekend. I've spent the last several days with my parents and am heading home tomorrow to dog sit for a week. It's been a nice pause in life, having had the time to catch up deeply and intensely with an old friend, drive country …
Yes, I see the typo, but I kinda like it. Softmess seems to sum up my life, currently.
Just like that Monday, so long ago my answer will be yes. every time, yes. to every question, yes again and again, yes the way it was when we were together. until the demons are gone, yes and you can join me under that blanket, yes and your heart beats under my ear again Yes and yes and yes. I've never not loved you, my big goof.
Leaving something to do later, or because 'no one else will see it' is leaving a sort of energetic open-end, and that tends to tangle the energy (and aesthetics). Taking a moment to be present as we end a situation or moment has a different feel, a solid energy.
I was settled, I could make do, no problem, but the space of a table really felt good to me. In that moment, I realized that as the perpetual giver, learning to receive without expectation is a lesson I needed to work on.
Today's 3-mile trek on the Camp Chase Trail had an ethereal edge, thanks to the thick blanket of fog that settled in overnight. Don't worry, we're just doing three miles. The furthest I've done (walking, anyway) is six, one way. One of these days I'll make one of those other markers. Just not today. This …
For the last 2-3 weeks, I've been in a pretty magical flow. Wake up, write, walk, meditate, journal, work on a passion project I haven't told anyone about. I've managed to break my days with an appointment here and there, a few yoga classes, lots of decluttering chores, even dinner with old girlfriends, and gotten …
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https://youtu.be/4cRetFptkw8 Today had a different plan for me than usual. I felt drawn to record rather than write. The impromptu nature of the video, still in my walking clothes, with my hair a mess and the remnants of a marathon cleaning session yesterday in my background, are really, really, really gnawing at me to not …
I tend to be fearful of classes that are simply labeled 'Flow', because that could mean a practice with all the up-down-vinyasa type action of a Catholic wedding ceremony, and those are not my vibe. While I started my yoga journey as a devotee of the Ashtanga Primary series 30+ years ago, I prefer something deeper and more intentional in my daily practice. Today's class...
Some days I look like hot garbage. Some days I look polished and proper. But every day I show up--and ultimately, that practice of presence is the most important facet in the life of a writer.
We live on opposite sides of the same city yet rarely manage to meet unless it's for a holiday at our parents' house 90 minutes away.
I showed up to class only to find out that the regular teacher rarely if ever uses props, but I figured if I went down, I was going down in flames of my own making. As it turned out...
Perhaps electricity qualifies more as a big, fat, huge, juicy joy than a tiny joy. Either way, I've never been more grateful to hear the gentle whir of the fan punctuate a hot, humid mid-June afternoon than I was Thursday.
I have struggled with allowing people to see my creative side forever, so about a year or more ago, I started doing these little time-lapse videos of my Morning Pages sessions on my Instagram.