I don't usually pay too much attention to lunar cycles, but this caught my eye because, 1) I am a Capricorn, and 2) tomorrow is July 1st and I am devoting the entire month to finishing my book. Initially, I scheduled vacations and weekends off from writing, but I realized that I don't have the … Continue reading Full Moon In Capricorn tomorrow
This is my 126th post in a row. It's getting hard now. My goal with this blog, ultimately, is to write content that adds value to the reader somehow. I don't even know what that means. When it comes to a blog like this, which is not really a yoga blog, or a food blog, … Continue reading Writing to Know
This morning the woman who stayed in our house and took care of Boomer while we were in Portland stopped by to return a book she borrowed. While she was here, I foisted another one on her. Not this Seth Godin, but a newer book by him. If she likes it, I’m going to foist Linchpin on her. Here is a reblog from 5 years ago. I hope you enjoy.
I really don’t want to be a foister, but I am. I am reading Seth Godin’s Linchpin at the moment and all I want to do is buy 20 copies and give them to people, press it into their hands with that annoying, desperate pleading in my eyes and say, “Pleeeeze! You simply MUST read this!!”
And I’m not even finished it yet; I’m only on page 120. This is such an important book (I believe), it’s about becoming indispensable. Like all his books, it’s brilliant, super easy to read, and so very RIGHT!
Here are a few of my underlinings:
“The job is not your work; what you do with your heart and soul is the work.” (p.97)
“When you have a boss, your job is to please the boss, not to change her. It’s okay to have someone you work for, someone who watches over…
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Here in Pennsylvania it rained. All day. G is so sick she sat on the couch and binge-watched DVR-ed episodes of Long Island Medium and drank copious amounts of hot water laced with coconut oil and raw honey. She is really sick. I did 47 loads of laundry, went to the ATM, and to the … Continue reading Crank Time
A new student came to yoga tonight. Just moved here from Tucson. Desert to jungle. She was really nice, but seemed to be a bit untethered. The way I feel today. Neither here nor there. Piles of laundry litter the top of the stairway, waiting to be sorted and dragged to the basement for the … Continue reading Transitions are hard
Departure day is always a little sad for me but even more so today because it was the last time at that house. In August they move to Beaverton and a bigger place with a green space in their backyard and a network of bike trails that extend for miles. It's a good move for … Continue reading Sitting on the Tarmac in Chicago
Japanese Gardens and Ice Cream were the featured activities of the day. I want the Japanese Garden all to myself for just an hour every day. I really don't think that's too much to ask. I want to sit meditation in either the raked gravel garden or on the hidden bench in the moss with … Continue reading Last Full Day in Portland
We left our great VRBO in Pacific City this morning, but last night we watched the sun set into the ocean (which is unusual for us East Coasters who only see the sun rise over the ocean.) It was cold out there, at least for me who has the blood of a snake. But well … Continue reading Pacific City to Portland
On the beach this morning a man was making bubbles: Obie had never been on sand. He is not a fan: Save me, Dad: G stayed with Obie while Scott, Emily and I climbed the dune. We are the 3 little dots on the left at the top: We flew the … Continue reading Kiwanda and Kites: Pacific City: Day 2
Pacific City is soft sand dunes and dogs and surfers in full hypothermia gear. Pacific City is icy water and cold beer and hot coffee. Pacific City is horsehoes and ice cream and Farmers Markets and fire pits. Pacific City is the US Open and gimlets and burgers on the grill. This is me practicing … Continue reading Pacific City. Day 2