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On hard days, small comforts like my “cheffies”—and yes, bougie comforts too, like my Maldon salt—help me come back to myself. A reflection on nervous system healing, friendliness, and finding safety in the tiniest moments. [Continue Reading]

Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved playing in the dirt. That bottle by my side in this picture taken circa 1971 in Chile? It’s a vegetable oil bottle my mom let me have, a perfect receptacle in which to make… chocolate milk, of course. Dirt and water. I can… [Continue Reading]

(Or: Thoughts as I Walk to my Temporarily-Closed Office) Walked to my office this morning–May 29, 2020–to pick up a fan which was going unused there. Passed people wearing masks. A few not. Stopped at drugstore for a prescription. Hear man six feet in front of me tell pharmacist that… [Continue Reading]

This old guy started coming to my yoga class a few months ago. A complete beginner, I thought, based on how he’d look around to get his bearings and figure out from his neighbors where his feet should be, say, or what it meant when our teacher said “hips facing forward” for warrior one, and then “opening your hips” for warrior two, “as if you were pressed between two planes of glass.” [Continue Reading]

There are lots and lots of things I believe to be true which I later discover I was partly or utterly wrong about. You may think me odd, but the realization that I could be wrong fills me with something like (but much better than!) hope: a sense of possibility. Imagine… [Continue Reading]

What moved you? What made you laugh or cry today? What did you notice? Sometimes I ask myself those questions. They help me not take my life for granted. They help me feel more connected. And sometimes they make me bow. But yesterday morning these questions were the last thing… [Continue Reading]

I want to write about how I feel the tug of the other side, about how an awareness of not being, at least not in this form, sometimes makes my heart skip a beat. I wouldn’t call it fear, exactly, though maybe it’s fear’s distant cousin, or a half-brother. It’s… [Continue Reading]

This morning I watched live footage of the miners in Chile being pulled out of the ground in a capsule after 70 days of entrapment. I heard the Chilean Spanish of my childhood, and felt very close to what I watched. I was amazed by the silence and sense of… [Continue Reading]