I wake up with my new Russian Blue cat pushed against my legs. Day after day of dense ponderous rain has been falling. All of us welcomed it. The numerous fires breaking out every summer have begun early. They began in April and seered right through to May. Just a week ago we were choked by the brown-gray sky and warned against the evil of outside. The rain appeared like a blessing that comes from a genii. It was instant.

My Universe/ Kingdom The relativity of our reality is not at first revealed. When we were children we each explored the world and discovered what we needed to know. Some of us were attracted to bugs, others to flowers. Some of us see a hillside and charge it or roll…

Posted on November 3, 2022 As the sun translates itself into golden leaves and the sky shifts to a watercolor mix of grey and blue, the sense of waiting for clarity, the prescience is heavy all around. The world is holding its breath. There is no “thing” to cling to…

Awareness of the movements, chapters, seasons, and acts of life are distinctly different when viewed from a distance of age. The contained existence in my childhood through grade school to high school was controlled, enforced, and structured. Those who lived before me had stories, egregores, and trauma-marked cells that surfaced…

Posted on October 4, 2022 The illusion of toughness gets in the way of self-care. I often think of how my understanding of my “margin for error” has just been insanely optimistic. …

Posted on October 2, 2022 In Western culture we are not taught to see transitions. Or if we do see them we are taught to fear them. Our fragility spiritually is magnificent and stunning. It keeps us adolescent, dependent and irresponsible. One way we are shown our error in judgement…

What am I? Why do I do that? Who do I want to be? The question of who I am comes to mind frequently. Brain studies indicate that much of the thought habits that fill my mind are leftover scenarios of survival advice from the script of childhood. We are…

Posted on April 9, 2021 I was thinking today about perceived reality (again and again). For many, there has never been the sense of waiting for something ‘out there’ growing and coming closer. For many, their lives have been predictable, safe, and they believed that their survival was due to…

Posted on January 14, 2021 We are between two stools, sitting on two fences, contorted into a new yoga shape that is more Chinese acrobat circus than a pose that has a name. …