March, 2015. By the end of the week-long workshop in Maui with Cheryl Strayed and sixty-some other women writers, I felt inspired. People had a variety of writing projects in the works or planned. I decided to start writing a blog. Sometimes you just gotta dive in, get yourself wet (maybe like a baptism) before … Continue reading On writing.
The Buddha said the way to happiness is the middle path — not the extreme (and sometimes grotesque) body-denying practices of the wandering ascetic sadhus attempting to counter-intuitively enhance their well-being and siddhis. Nor would self-indulgence —an endless acquisition of things — work. In other words, the Buddha taught neither aversion nor greed would bring … Continue reading Wanting, not wanting…
Because I am retired I re-create myself most days, albeit often lazily. I’m working on that. If someone asks what I “do”, I’m usually taken aback, as if I hadn’t thought of this question before, which is absurd; I think about it a lot . Sometimes I worry my lack of a good response makes … Continue reading #ItMatters
Some people are good at dating. Not me. I was never good at it. I like reading Anne Lamott’s mishaps with dating. Her sense of humor and irony, her doubt and willingness… Her unwillingness to forsake herself, even when everything is rocky as hell, including herself. I love Anne Lamott. It’s not like I wouldn’t … Continue reading “…soldier go, soldier come but barrack remain.”
I have sought out options. Always there, sometimes they are hard to see and have to be sought with resolve. Because as a nurse for thirty years, I saw the need. Because before that, I loved and was amazed by my own body. The cartwheels it did gleefully, easily, creating a cartwheel perimeter in my … Continue reading Options — “Everything can be taken from a person but one thing: the last of human freedoms – to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.” —Viktor E. Frankl
This morning I hugged my daughter. Several times. Before I climbed into the “car service” car to go to JFK. Before I left her standing alone on the sidewalk in front of her hip industrial-style loft in a beginning-to-gentrify neighborhood, where Ridgewood meets Bushwick. There is still all the old stuff — auto body and … Continue reading En Route: Crossing the Great Divide
Summer has arrived in San Francisco, which means it’s grey, dark, cold, and windy. My daughter is getting married in October. I volunteered my home and garden for the small family gathering. It’ll be lovely I know. Like my daughter (the opposite of Bride-zilla) I was thinking low key. I was thinking easy-peasy. Until … Continue reading wah-wah, keeping perspective, & staying open to joy… an update