Woebegone Workforce

To address the recent lull on this blog, I’ve been stewing on this post for a while. It needed some time to develop. When we speak of bullying these days we typically frame it around the experiences of children. Kids getting bullied at school, kids getting bullied online, kids getting bullied in social groups; these…

Merciful Methods

Okay, so October is not better. October is worse. I don’t have a plane, or a boat, or a peace-keeping force, or enough money to make lawmakers listen to me or care about my interests. I don’t have aid/relief funds or supplies. I am not a celebrity. I don’t have a gun. What the hell…

Clearing The Posture

When I used to teach public yoga classes I would coach my students not to carry anxiety from a difficult posture into the next one. I didn’t teach flow. I taught occupation of individual poses held for a length of time. When a difficult posture was concluded, we ended it and cleared any struggle with…

September Work Release

Summer is over. September is over. The work of wellness was hard for me this month. My physical practices were robust and strong. I started running again. Yoga as always. Walking, hiking, pick up games of tennis or frisbee keep-away from El Doggo. All good. Knee is good. Heart is good. Social wellness was not…

TMI, Fake, Etc. — Three Ways Stay Broke

Occupational and financial wellness is not a lottery, folks. Help me help you. Job seekers, success chasers, and rewards reapers; let’s add a few more items to the list of things that are probably killing your employment chances. Don’t blurt out your sexual orientation during the interview. Just don’t. If you reveal your sexual orientation…

Running With Condiments

As mentioned yesterday, I finally felt something close to missing running. I don’t miss training. I don’t miss competing. I don’t miss spending crap-tons of money on the sport. But I did/do miss the physical sensation of running. So I went. The Chef went with me. We ran simply for the fun of it. For…

Blood On The Page

Sometimes I miss the diary days. They were therapeutic in their way(s). The blog posts crafted themselves from whatever happened to be inside me. Instead of following my intentions for them, each post unfolded unpredictably. Hemingway described it thus, “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”…

The Difference A Day Makes

Dad is alive. Siblings are well. I’m grateful. I’m relieved. The lesson lingers. A quiet smile for it all. The smallest of uplift. Today always feels like a somber day. A celebration would feel unseemly today even if affirmation of life could be considered the ultimate just cause. This day still requires a certain amount…

When Death Has Caller ID

It’s been a quiet week here on the blog because it’s been a noisy week in my head. Sometimes it takes a while for the words to align. The subject of death has been on the table. Relying upon predictions, my father did not evacuate Florida. By the time the predictions changed it was too…

August Work Release

August has ended. Time to show our work. In July I neglected to post anything about the items I found while running/hiking because all I found was a plain black ponytail holder. It did not feel magical, but that might be because I tucked it into a pocket of my running skirt and then washed…

Death By Knowledge

Life in the Bible Belt means everything is a sign of the end of the world. I’ve been hearing from Christian brethren┬ámy entire life that we are living in the “end times” and Armageddon is nigh. I’ve been warned these are the Last Days for the last 16,425 days. Every significant astrological date or event,…

Soul Memory

How can she walk around like that? How dare she walk around like that? How dare she think she should walk around like that? Looking that way Wearing that Living that way Choosing that Doing that Saying that Believing that Someone needs to set her straight. Someone needs to give her a clue. Someone needs…