It's 4:30 PM here in Portland, 7:30 PM back in Mansfield. If I wait to post on the plane I may miss my deadline, so I've decided to just post some pics, and do all the narrative tomorrow. Okay! See you on the flippy! It's been faboo. Where's my tissues?
So, it looks like Portland is trying to court me. It has been in the 90s, without a cloud in the sky ever since we landed. It's being all, "See? We can be warm and sunny, Kath. Stop all your "dreary, rainy, wet" talk. We just talk that jive so we don't get every single … Continue reading 95 Degrees in Portland
So before I begin, here's the first question: Am I blogging IN a plane? or ON a plane? or maybe FROM a plane??? I am ON a flight, but IN a plane? Is the altitude making me stupid? Or maybe it's my reading material. I don't know. All I know is that I am sitting … Continue reading Blogging in a Plane
This time tomorrow I will be with my daughter and son-in-law in Portland, Oregon where we will drink our Starbucks lattes in Em's new store, drive out to the coast and fly kites on the beach, drink wine and eat tapas. Scott will play his guitar, and I will pet Nia, their chihuahua I will … Continue reading Portland, Here I Come.
The internet is all abuzz with Steve Slater, the Jet Blue flight attendant who grabbed a beer and "took the chute," but not before telling the woman who hit him with a suitcase to do go and do something biologically impossible. At the latest count he has over 50 thousand Facebook fans, and musicians are … Continue reading Steve Slater
I know where my Resistance Monster lives. Right here in this computer. Yes he does. And every keystroke feeds him, and every stop at Facebook and Gmail and ICal and IPhoto. And every blog post I read feeds him, and every Google search does too. And today I was sitting here looking out the window … Continue reading Some Days Are Just Ridiculous
I've been hanging out here by myself for the past three days and it's been interesting to watch how I live when no one else is watching. I go to bed at strange hours; I eat at unusual times; and I work in longer stretches than normal. I let my room get messy; I leave … Continue reading Home Alone
My longest streak lasted 428 days. I did Holosync for 428 days straight and then it ended. It was a deliberate end. I didn't just "forget." I ordered what I thought was the next level (Level 3) and when I opened the box, they had sent me just the intro cd. My reaction was: WTF???!! … Continue reading Breaking A Streak
So if we define "streaking" as a daily practice of tending to a thing that keeps us aligned with our dharma, or our core values, or our life mission, it stands to reason that the doing of that thing is going to promote calmness in us. Because when we are not in alignment, there is … Continue reading The Benefits of Streaking
Another way of picking your "streak thing" is to think back to a time when you were doing something regularly and feeling great about it, and yourself. You were living in sync with yourself and your highest values, but for some reason you stopped doing it. You're always saying that you need to start doing … Continue reading Picking Your Streak Thing