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Category Archives: Mindfulness
* * * I’m nervous about tomorrow’s race. It’s the first in the NYRR Grand Prix series, the Manhattan Half Marathon. I feel under-trained and have been sick all week. Plus it’s going to be like 12 degrees. I’m, admittedly, … Continue reading
This is totally narcissistic, but really, what about a blog isn’t narcissistic? In no particular order, here are my Top Twelve, in random order, favorite posts of this past year. Color Me Jivamukti Go On With A Spirit That Fears … Continue reading
Grim sounding post title, no? Don’t worry, I’m not overly morose or on a ledge. I’ve been thinking a lot about the Winter Solstice, however. Tuesday was the Winter Solstice for 2010: the shortest, darkest day of the year. Has … Continue reading
I think maybe it is the time of year: the shift in weather, the darkness, the urge to snuggle rather than move. Whatever the reason, I have to admit, I’ve been a bit lazy this past week and a half. … Continue reading
Tuesday was rainy and gray. After an uninspiring class – and by uninspiring I mean the students, save one, had not read the assignment (yes, I teach college) – on Bradbury’s “August, 2026″ (gem of a story it you’ve not read … Continue reading
This is a tough one. I wasn’t sure if I was going to write it, as I’m not sure how down and dirty personal I want to get on here. Yet, I write with the hope of decluttering my mind … Continue reading
. LOOK . Blind (Dublin c. 2008) . LISTEN . . READ . To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying : And this … Continue reading
It’s nice to meet you. Sort of. I think no matter the state of our lives, there’s always a flicker of panic with birthdays as it is a rather tangible acknowledgement that time is, indeed, passing. Whether you want it … Continue reading