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...
Mid-February is a mixed-up time in the mountains—the sun is higher and the snow melting. Then more snow arrives and the wind heaves it all over the dry roads. I feel hopeful about spring along with a little “No, wait!” to finish those winter projects. Anyone else? I...
You last saw me rambling here about “Right Action” and what it means to do your job skillfully, selflessly, and cheerfully. I fully expected to return from a pilgrimage in India with clarity, new resolve, and fresh energy to dive into exactly that....
One of my pilgrimage destinations In India this fall was to Vasudhara Falls, a 400 foot waterfall feeding the Alaknanda River above Badrinath, in Uttarakhand, India. The Alaknanda and the Bhagirathi rivers are source streams of the Ganges. After seeing countless tall...
