My friend Todd committed suicide November 17, 2005. He and I met volunteering at a coffeehouse for homeless street kids what feels like an eon ago. He sparkled and could make any kid feel at ease. A few of us including Pam and Darren raised money for suicide prevention a few months after by walking… Continue reading Bridge to Hope
Category: Spirit
some call it an elephant
Tonight, I felt this strong compulsion to meditate and pray. It’s great when the word is that clear and the word tonight was “consecrate” or “set yourself apart.” In the midst of my praying my thoughts drifted to little Iz. and his terribly confusing situation of being back with his grandmother, missing his adoptive parents… Continue reading some call it an elephant
collision of worlds
In the warm November evening of Friday, my friend T and I walked Market Street in search of cocktails. We found them (at Bong Su) but first in the darkness of the socially dimming sidewalk, a face emerged tethering me to my past. I pointed my index finger and bellowed, you! A man wearing a… Continue reading collision of worlds
A word about salt
Can salt lose its saltiness? I was pondering this tonight and did a quick google search. Lo and behold regular table salt has to be decomposed through electrolysis or diluted in water in order for the sodium and chlorine to separate. Am curiously interested in this possibility and glad I use kosher salt.
balm on monday eve
I have a friend whose father is dying. As our moms met in lamaze class, she constitutes as my oldest friend. I was always scared of water when I was a child. In my childhood photo album is a photo I have always appreciated. Terrified me with a face scrunched into a single cry am… Continue reading balm on monday eve
A moment of brightness
Saturday, I worked a yoga show. Amid serving cups of tea, a family of six gathered in the booth adjacent. The four children ranged in age from the bright red mopped baby in arms of mom to the eldest boy, shy of 7. The two middle children, girls, had bedraggled brown waves that resembled my… Continue reading A moment of brightness
up late speculating
Every morning in the car, I tune in happily to NPR. There is something satisfying and grounding about this habit. Sometimes the drive includes a stop for a soy chai but most of the time it’s just the straight shot from my house with Renee Montaigne. Last week they aired a special forum held in… Continue reading up late speculating
“No time to even breathe, not when gold is on the mind”
I am not a sports junkie. Far from it, my idea of TV usually is now and then, more in the direction of Project Runway or Heroes. But somehow, every night at 10:10 p.m. my body has been planted into our red velvet couch, tuned into NBC, watching the Olympics. I have become invested in… Continue reading “No time to even breathe, not when gold is on the mind”
Small things from which to derive joy
In a recession-rife economy, the pundits encourage us to hunker down money into savings while still keeping money passing through the markets by spending. For those of us living in expensive cities (San Francisco or New York as examples), this can curb into an already cinched budget. And as the recession continues creeping into our… Continue reading Small things from which to derive joy
On being not okay
There is a part of me that has taken the reins for right now. We’ll call her Addie for Adrenaline. It amazes me how much I want her to go away and yet she is hanging around as self-preservation. She’s a life jacket tossed on a me when I sometimes feel like I’m drowning on… Continue reading On being not okay
TKO
Sometimes you don’t see them coming. Sometimes you do. When the man in the grey t-shirt punched me in the jaw, my head had been turned, as I spoke in Spanish to my new protector and temporary guardian that I will call St. Abraham. The closed fist rounded in on the left hand side of… Continue reading TKO
Inside / outside
I have been mulling over the idea of “inside / outside” and how people interpret that into their lives. Is the fusion of the two kind of a working model for our lives? How does what’s inside effectively play itself into the who we are on the outside? This may be a horrible admission to… Continue reading Inside / outside