I woke up this morning with an old blog post on my mind...a draft from a few years ago about ribbon dancing in the chaos of life that never got published. February always feels like kind of a funky month. It has always felt like a strange limbo land to me...not quite spring, and often… Continue reading A new take on ribbon dancing.
As I stood in the yard with my sweet little Dino dog this morning, we wandered over to a different part of the yard--a spot we haven't spent time in for awhile. And I got a new perspective. As I looked up at a most magnificent tree in the far corner, by the fence... I… Continue reading When you just need a little extra space.
Much to Dino's dismay, a bee flew into the living room today. I pulled the nearby door wide open, all but putting up flares for guidance, but it could not find its way out. It was fixated on getting through the window with a tree just on the other side. It slammed its tough little… Continue reading The determined little bee.
This made me smile as I discovered it in my old writing folder... I hope you enjoy: Sitting on the exam table, I listened carefully as the physical therapist gave me instructions for the next exercise. This one, a stretch. I was to let my head to fall forward as far as it would go,… Continue reading Breathe. Relax. Allow.
Last week I attended a performance: gentle afternoon rain. It was warm enough outside that my bedroom window was open. As I finished cooking some veggies in the kitchen, I thought I heard a slight mist. It seemed so out of place with how bright the sun had been shining most of the afternoon. "Is… Continue reading Gentle afternoon rain.
I don't remember exactly what the instructor said on the phone. I believe it was something related to teaching because I found myself filled with such resentment for the way teaching, as a profession, is viewed that I hung up the phone and began to cry. I'm too young to be this cynical, I thought. I… Continue reading A new kind of joy.
Soft pink with delicate purple, and layers of periwinkle fill the sky. I watch as the sun rises, my body steady--sitting on a step at the center of the hostel grounds. I can feel the cool concrete underneath my legs. The sunlight warming my face. I spread manjar (also known as dulce de leche) on… Continue reading My place of peace.
Hello, I'm so glad to have you as part of this circle where I share a little something each week or so! If you're new here, welcome! How treating life lessons like Tootsie Roll Pops can help make your life a little sweeter: Life lessons are not items to be completed or crossed off a list. This is decidedly… Continue reading Life lessons are like Tootsie Roll Pops.
I love to dance. And for a year and a half now, I have not been able to. So Lee Ann Womack's song that goes, "And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance," even as just a metaphor for life, somewhat breaks my heart. That's because physically, I've been doing… Continue reading I hope you dance.
Reflections on the practice of self-compassion. I start to feel the pressure in my forehead mount, as the pain in my neck expands, and the surge of dizziness becomes stronger. I've been on a roll washing some dishes in the kitchen sink but now my body calls out to me with a quiet intensity, asking… Continue reading What is the kindest thing?