My first mistake was to read the book Messages in Water—that book about the Japanese researcher who tested hundreds of water samples that had specific words spoken over them or written on labels taped to them, along with music to serenade them; and who then froze each sample. Continue reading “What Is In a Name?”
It was vanity that initially led me to Yoga — seeking yet another means for perfecting my body, or some new level of fitness.
Over time, Yoga revealed an intrinsic reward aligned with my deeper longing: to live the examined life, which Socrates proclaimed to be the only life worth living. Continue reading “How Yoga Practice Has Liberated Me and Helped Me Receive Gifts of Pain”
“Oh, a storm is threat’ning my very life today . . .”
Hips saddle the cushion, spine like rebar, gaze downcast—fixed at six-o’clock. Dong! The bell drones— follow the breath. One. Two. Three. My gaze slips. I spy the lattice of plump veins on my hands. Thinking knits blood donor, vampires, my grandmother into a seductive shawl—I remember. Dong!
I felt a thick soreness in my throat followed by thoughts of avian flu. Hedging my bets, I advanced to purchase an arsenal of natural remedies when I was halted by the sight of pollen draped across the windshield of my car, thick as Frida Kahlo’s distinguished unibrow. Continue reading “You Say “Queen” As If It Is a Bad Thing”
Recently a girlfriend and I were chatting when she shared a typical day-in-her-life as a wife, mother, sales manager, food blogger, and that’s the short list. Continue reading “I’ll Have Some of What That Kid is Having!”