I’ve been sitting on a fairly completed manuscript about Walden for weeks, probably longer. I keep telling myself the yoga introduction needs more references, the activities need more testing, and Hold the Horses! There’s a new book called Thoreau’s God I need to...
I’m not a fighter. During conflict or tension, my default is to silently process, not speak up, let things slide. I’m trying to stay safe within all the tension. This gives me ample opportunity to mentally stew or loop. In other words, it has a downside—my peace get...
Admit it, you know you’re good at a lot of things. You do them every day on auto-pilot—making decisions on the fly, helping someone learn something, creating a delicious dinner. Zipping through a project, job, or errands because you reverse-engineered the whole gig....
Those of you who have seen me around food know there’s a little weirdness. I obsess over vegetable representation, scrape pots and bowls with spatulas, freeze anything after four days, forage for crunchy bites, and never miss a meal. Must have starved in another...
The thoughtful K gifted me with a few days at St. Gertrude’s Monastery in Cottonwood, Idaho. Built in the 1920’s, the monastery sits on the Camas prairie, with two red domes lifting over the four-storied stone building. It’s perched on a wooded hillside with...
On a recent stay with my 86-year-old dad in Ohio, I got to practice checking my impatience and slowing down. Dad loves “visiting,” which means telling anecdotes from random threads of memories. It’s also a practice of kindness and respect for me to listen to the...
