The Nope Files – A Higher Level Of Grind

It’s been a long break from The Nope Files but this one begged for a Nope. I found it on Instagram. As with all the Nope File anecdotes, this sounds reasonable and good and generates lots of positive reactions. However, there are at least two Nopes here. Almost three. 1. No one gets to tell…

The Week In Photos; So Fine

The week in photos, because it’s a holiday and I posted this weekend and want to say in the flow. First up is tennis, obviously. No matches this week due to rainouts, so just practice, practice, lessons, practice. I did have some social wellness insights though, but just a head up — you may not…

Rain Dance

Almost two months away. Letting the fields lay fallow, as we do in the cycle of renewal. Now I return on a rainy day, fresh from a run with a red fox and a dance with black-capped chickadees. The fox sat on a curb in the ‘burb and watched me cruise by. I circled the…

Check In From The Snow In

It is Day Three of the Mercyburg Snow-In. No exaggeration. Snowed all the way in. I have given up hope of returning to work this week. It won’t stop snowing. Inches per hour are falling upon inches from the past two days. The temperature won’t rise enough to melt snow. We are well over double…

Go Ahead. Fa The La Las.

This is the year I take it all back. Eat my words. Stand in hypocrisy. Jump the fence. You know the words. I write them every year. Don’t let December holidays encroach upon November. Protect November! Let November stand in sovereignty. Keep the Christmas crap put away until after Thanksgiving. Abolish Black Friday. Yada yada…

DIY Vernacular

I would say Happy New Year but it’s really only my new year. As in the past, I observe a new year’s eve on October 31st and my own personal new year on November 1st. And like some folks celebrate their birthday all week or all month long, I start prepping for the thinning of…

The Fifth Season

It is the season of fire. It is the season of smoke. It is the season of fog. It is the season to find even numbers while out on a run. It is the season of October, which should be the fifth season. Sunburns you can’t feel coming. Succulents brought indoors. Nutmeg dust on the…

Anything. Just Write Something.

I’m still here! Almost two weeks since I posted but all is well. My time management has shifted into a vortex of puppy maintenance (with very early hours), tennis championships (hard to fall sleep after late matches), an uptick in family obligations, and a random slew of unplanned coworker absences. All of which require extra…

Every Day Confrontation

I’m still confronting the relevance of continuing to do this. The short answer is that after all these years it can still go in any direction and I’m ready to stop wondering where it will go next. This blogging ritual breeds projects and practices which don’t occur to me at any other time. Over the…

Beginning Again

Why keep doing this? I need to remind myself.  This is a part of my wellness practice I don’t want to lose–the documentation of ritual, the breaths, the breakthroughs, and the lifestyle that is my wellness practice. People told me (and still tell me) that it inspires them; the raw realness of creating a style…

When Nothing Was Normal

As these COVID days wear on I notice a feeling of familiarity with the solitude. It reminds me of daily life growing up without the internet, especially in the summer after the school year ended. Poor kids didn’t go to summer camp or band camp or whatever camp so there were long stretches of weeks…

The Timing Of It All

Consider how your mastery over your own day might change if you had no social media input before and after 8 o’clock. This would include news, headlines, and advertising. None before 8 am. None after 8 pm. A do not disturb setting for your mind and body. Imagine it. I find it to be a…