We are on a late afternoon walk, my 10 year old daughter and I, on this Wednesday afternoon. School and work are done for the day, and we settle into a brief pause before homework and dinner and the evening routines. We walk towards a gravel path that winds over mossy green hills and creaky wooden bridges. One of our favorite routes to walk. Having rained earlier in the day, clouds intermittently come together and dance apart, shadows arrive and shadows disappear, as the
It is 2:46 am and I am sitting at my kitchen counter eating cold pizza. I awoke about 45 minutes ago, and the timer in my mind knows that I will need to somehow fall asleep and wake again in the next few hours. In the morning, I will drive two hours to give a talk about mindfulness for a corporate retreat, and I know I should either be sleeping, or reviewing notes, or doing something other than this. And yet. When I woke up at 2 am, there were so many things that wanted to
Creeping through the hallways of my dreams
What is true?
What is the mind,
spinning half awake half asleep half truths?
Even in the walking,
the peering into dark doorways
of possibilities and never chosen paths,
the feeling inside is real and alive.
How the body remembers
this deep desire to discover
a room that fits,
to belong to a person who knows,
to create magical, shimmery webs
that hold us in each others arms.
And yet, in these shadowed mind-roads,
For the last few years on my blog, I have only posted on Mondays. Posting on the same day of the week of course provides a certain consistency for me, and also allows my readers to know what to expect when. Yesterday, my writing coach, the fabulous Jena Schwartz posted a seemingly innocent question: What would happen if you occasionally posted more than once a week? You know, just because you…felt like it? Felt like it? It was amazing the floodgates that opened within me
The blank page is like the blank morning sky
at 5:30 and 6:10 and 6:30.
A canvas I have seen infinite times before
and yet never like this,
never this deep shade of indigo
unfolding to grey tinged with
hints of pink and orange
until a proud blue sky emerged,
until rays of light flooded my room, and
an entire moment within a moment within a moment
was born somewhere
between the weight of sleep
and the open hopeful expanse of
one more new day.
This sun would never