I remember the Indigo Girls’ song with its lines, “Darkness has a hunger that’s insatiable but lightness has a call that’s hard to hear.” I wonder if what we hear is a matter of attention. I wonder if my focus, if our focus, gets pulled to the darkness, fed by the 24-hour news cycle; these… Continue Reading
In 1980, in a yoga class, on my jade green mat, in a softly lit studio with gentle music playing, I found a way to quiet, even with a loud mind whirling like a ceiling fan, and living in a country which thundered and raged like now. The teacher said, “Gradually something will ground you… Continue Reading
My grandmothers had told me they were thrilled when women were granted the right to vote. My mother’s mother said, “women unable to vote made no sense to me. It is such a privilege, so important. I would never miss it.” My father’s mother said, “I cried the first time I voted. We matter. You’ll… Continue Reading
Even though I wrote this only a week ago, today it feels like old news, and yet ever-true. I am heartbroken still for this and for new reasons this week. On Friday night, as we watched Thursday night’s taped version of Jimmy Fallon, we slouched on the soft sofa, laughed and ignored unidentified calls. But… Continue Reading
What if we can control only how and on what we focus? Could we pay attention to what is not wrong, to what and who we love? That awareness opens doors to gratitude. Gratitude softens anxiety’s grip. What if, when complaining about the unpleasant is easy, we turn our thoughts toward what’s pleasant and away,… Continue Reading
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