I have always LOVED to be busy. At one point in my 20's during summer break at University, I had seven jobs, and worked 90 hours per week. I would finish a shift at 2 in the morning at a busy nightclub, ride my bike home, sleep for a couple hours, and then ride back to open the downtown Starbucks location at 5:30am. Not to suggest this was a healthy practice (I ended up with ulcers and a nervous breakdown at 22!), but during those hectic months I found a great thrill in being that consumed, that overscheduled.Read More
In the last few years I have gone from being a great consumer of things to being rather absurdly satisfied with what I have.
In funny ways it bothers me sometimes, this 'not wanting' (one does miss the pleasure of purchasing some coveted item and having that fleeting sense of all being right in the world. And there are just so many beautiful things to be had..), but I fully recognize how much bigger the satisfaction I have in daily life is than that momentary feeling ever was.Read More
Lately I have been thinking a lot about a time I spent in Nepal many years ago.
For some reason, flashing memories of mountains and moments keep popping into my mind, bringing me back to the learning and insights I developed during that time, and to a great sense of appreciation for the experience.Read More
Today is the first day back at school for kids in the Northern Hemisphere. My partner is also back at his job as a teacher, excited for the year ahead and the projects and learning he will be offering his classes.
My partner, Brent, is an amazing teacher. It is his natural gift and leaning to be in a position of instruction, and he does his work with incredible grace, kindness & enthusiasm. It is a marvelous and inspiring thing to watch him coax a child from novice to initiate over their time together, whether in english, music, or just life. He gets what teaching is about.Read More
Many years ago while working at Semperviva Yoga in Vancouver, I met a Mexican shaman who came to visit the shop with his translator.
I imagine he was maybe 50 or so, though it was hard to place his actual age. He had strange, translucent cataracts over his pupils--though he could apparently see very well still-- that made him appear much older and much wiser than the rest of his body and skin, which was smooth, sun-tanned and seemed to glow just a bit. Just being close to him made my skin feel electric, as though he were perhaps brand new to this world and charged up by some otherworldly force, or was offering some experience not of this world at all. His energy infused the air around him with powerful magic.Read More
See the flowers, so faithful to Earth.
We know their fate because we share it.
Were they to grieve for their wilting,
that grief would be ours to feel.