thoughts from the riverbank

The people in this town must think I’m crazy. Walking the same streets, up and down, carrying a big leather hobo bag stuffed with a laptop and various books, juggling an orange Yeti cup full of water with an iced coffee , sitting down in random places, jotting down notes in a journal like I…

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wild weeds, wild women

Weeds are a mystical sort of thing. Most people want to pull them up out of their gardens immediately, piece by piece. They’re a nuisance. A distraction. Uninvited, untamed, and ultimately unwanted. But what most people don’t see is that if you let them go, if you let them flourish as they are, they become…

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returning to the breath

There’s a lesson taught in every yoga class I’ve ever sat in: focus on the breath, inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth, and clear your mind. It’s really hard to do. But what I like about it is this: every instructor I’ve had will say, just as your mind begins to drift, that…

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practice : a meditation

Practice saying “Thank You”. Practice smiling. Practice not hiding. Practice being seen. Practice knowing yourself and being known. Practice creativity. Practice breaking rituals, but Practice finding order. Practice eating well. Practice indulgences. Practice long walks and short runs and sweaty hands and Practice feeling grateful for the strength you have been granted. Practice not looking…

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