I've been reading Bringing Home the Dharma in the mornings. It's my new ritual, this reading in the morning. I have broken my Ultimate Yogi streak and am now contemplating starting all over again and trying to make it to 108 Days. I have a hard time when my streaks end. There's a lot of … Continue reading Gadgets and Gizmos and Chicken Soup
Last night I came home from my wild and crazy Fall Flow class, starving. On the counter stood a warm rotisserie chicken and a bottle of wine at the perfect temperature. Oh god, it was the sight of heaven. I fixed a plate, poured some wine and settled into the couch for a DVRed episode … Continue reading Food Sins
Even though I get melancholy when the season changes from summer to fall, and even more so when it changes from fall to winter, I have to admit that I really do love the return to interiority. I just read a piece in Elephant Journal by a woman who went to a retreat at Kripalu … Continue reading The Return to Interiority
I put the velvet comforter on the bed the other day and and I've been craving gingerbread, and ginger snaps, pumpkin spice lattes, and pot roast. This weekend we had a fire in the fireplace for the first time. The cat, who has not slept on my bed since I put the cotton comforter on … Continue reading Homecoming
This morning I made a cup of de-caf, took out a pen, found a lightly used Moleskin and started writing. With a pen. On paper. I wrote a letter to my muse, asking her to come back to me. I told her that I saw her as a kite that had gotten so high in … Continue reading The Pen Is Mightier. The Computer Has No Pulse.