A completely over-the-top love letter to June.
Because, let’s face it, sometimes saying hello is not enough. June. June! June, you are impossible. And I mean that in the most bowled-over and admiring way. My god, you are an exquisite month. I find...
View ArticleFriday Chicken #204: another ripple in the force.
In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of ritual and self-reflection. And you get to join in if you feel like it. This was a really...
View ArticleWhen you take on the sadness of the world.
A small and important thing I need to say today. You do not have to take on the sadness of the world. Oh, dear heart. You do not have to take on the sadness of the world. You just don’t. You don’t need...
View ArticleBeach.
Hmm. I do not remember when this was. Twelve years ago? That seems about right. Summer. On the beach. Maybe 6pm, going on 7. Warm, sun-drenched. But not heat in the way that afternoon is heat. Sitting...
View ArticleShelter.
Whenever I am at the bus stop, I remember that its secret name is bus shelter. And then I whisper: SHELTER. I fill up on shelter. I breathe it in, as a quality that lives somewhere inside of me and is...
View ArticleHello, September. Let’s passage in.
It’s time to say hello to September, isn’t it. I have been avoiding this. Surprise! Mostly because September means the chagim: all the complicated Jewish holidays and the New Year. The cheshbon nefesh...
View ArticleHi there, November.
Somehow, astonishingly, it is the time to passage between months again. I’m not sure how that happened. I am taking a deep breath and invoking all the superpowers of easy transitions. Okay! Exit and...
View ArticleThe Herbert Hoover Button.
In the home I grew up in, wordplay (emphasis on punnery) was the primary form of communication. At some point, at the age of oh, maybe fifteen, it suddenly dawned on me that other people, ones who are...
View ArticleSecretly turning the rain into different colors.
Today I am secretly turning the rain into different colors, and this is a proxy for what I am actually going to be doing. I want to do some writing about a (potentially) painful (to me) thing. But I...
View Article31 tiny mini-rituals for entry and exit.
I have written a lot about conscious entry and how preparing for the voyage changes the experience of whatever it is that you are entering. The main problem with doing this is: monsters! And the main...
View ArticleYear of The Mystery. And the Bagel. Come in, come in!
Five cafes that count among my regular haunts. Three are named for animals. Well, two are named for animals and one ought to be. And one is the kind of place where I just can show up and say: FEED ME....
View ArticleVisions #190: Come as you are, commas.
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very. Each week I write these Visions of Possibility and Anticipation to practice asking for what I want. And to get clarity on what that really is, even when asking...
View ArticleVisions #194: of course it’s in a hollow tree
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very. Each week I write these Visions of Possibility and Anticipation to practice asking for what I want. And to get clarity on what that really is, even when asking...
View ArticleA two-sentence conversation about praise and time.
I shared a love story the other day about red lights. And about loving them. Red lights as a form of pause and pleasure. As a door into presence. Presence that comes from deliberate, intentional...
View ArticlePTSD. A letter from me to me.
Deep breath. You will be okay. You are okay right now. A brief explanation. This letter is a reminder from slightly more conscious me who is not in the throes of panic and terror, written for sad,...
View ArticleVisions #211: not exactly that but something to do with it.
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very. My weekly practice: writing these Visions of Possibility and Anticipation to get clear on what I want, even when saying it is uncomfortable. I invariably...
View ArticleGazelle state.
Shawn, who cares nothing at all for sports or athleticism in any form, and would probably prefer that it all just disappear in a whoosh of smoke, has noticed how very much I do care. As well as the way...
View ArticleFriday Chicken #270: yeah, that could have been more horrible
Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection. It is Friday and we are here. With the glorious (glorrrrrrrrrrrious!) return of the wham...
View ArticleIt starts with an A…
I am thinking about a word and it starts with an A. Actually, I am thinking about many words that start with A. This is reminding me a bit of trying to figure out the real name of the Schmoppet, which...
View ArticleFriday Chicken #271: Roxy all the time
Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection. It is Friday and we are here. With the glorious (glorrrrrrrrrrrious!) return of the wham...
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