You’re doing it anyway. Every day. Every hour. Every second. You see the colors, the movement. You hear voices, footsteps, wind. You feel the texture of your clothes or the air on your skin. Taste your saliva, the lingering flavors of your last meal. » » Continue reading
Several years ago, I was part of that Internet boom, when dot coms were making the world rich with juicy IPOs. I was an associate editor, writing about everything and loving every minute. There were many minutes too – long days of deadlines mingled with the delicious cacophony of artistic personalities working, playing and philosophizing. » » Continue reading
That’s the first reminder that comes up on my phone everyday.
It hits somewhere between rolling out of bed and figuring out breakfast. By that time, my mind has made several attempts to plan my day.
Most times, it has informed me that not everything I want to get done will get done, and I need to start panicking. » » Continue reading
For many people, one of the biggest problems with meditation is finding the time. Who has an extra 30 minutes a day to sit and desperately attempt to quiet the mind? It takes serious discipline to make that a practice, especially when piled on top of work and exercise and foraging for the next meal and relating with people and cleaning the house and everything else. » » Continue reading
This morning I worked in the garden. The crisp morning air still carried the hint of yesterday’s Spring snow, and last year’s dead growth was saturated with the melt. The sun warmed my cheeks against the chill, and even after an hour of work, I remained in the comfortable softness of my light blue hoodie. » » Continue reading