Here we are again; a ritual return. Ritual highlights are ready to reel. Back when this became a wellness blog I called each of these end-of-the-month posts my Work Release. To support my 2020 theme of Ritual, I have elected to describe and observe these monthly posts as Rituals themselves, in addition to being filled with rituals which support wellness. Welcome to a…
Burning Off The Abracadabra
Items found while running now include a jalapeno. Two actually, which cannot be a coincidence because I found them more than a mile apart in different neighborhoods. The first one I had to kick away quickly lest the pupster snap it up. She tried, as she does with most objects she encounters on the run….
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…
Eighth Month Rituals
Here we are again; a ritual return. Ritual highlights are ready to reel. Back when this became a wellness blog I called each of these end-of-the-month posts my Work Release. To support my 2020 theme of Ritual, I have elected to describe and observe these monthly posts as Rituals themselves, in addition to being filled with rituals which support wellness. Welcome to a…
Matron Of Melancholia
There is a house across the front field. A soldier and his family live there with dogs who almost never come outside. It is very rare that I see them, Black Dog and Wiener. When they do come out they are never alone. The dogs are always guarded by the humans. Watched every moment. Taken…
Seasonal Sacrifice
Since state and national parks are now being trashed by Covidiots, I’ve resorted to day hiking on the paths MUCH less traveled. Trails with no amenities. Trails with no major attractions such as destination waterfalls and the like. Trails too difficult, long, remote, not connected to family campgrounds, or without cell service; all of which…
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…
Seventh Month Rituals
Here we are again; a ritual return. Ritual highlights are ready to reel. Back when this became a wellness blog I called each of these end-of-the-month posts my Work Release. To support my 2020 theme of Ritual, I have elected to describe and observe these monthly posts as Rituals themselves, in addition to being filled with rituals which support wellness. Welcome to a…
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…
Sacramental Pause
Two days ago a friend came to find me. She lives in the next village. She heard life was pivoting for me and wanted to be near me as I gathered my Self for change. She also believes we create magic when we are together and hoped our togetherness would provoke a magical outcome. We…
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…
A Tabletop Haunting
If I offered the phrase ghosts in the wood you’d think I meant in the forest or among living trees. What if the ghosts in the wood came with the logs. The planks and boards. The framing of a house, the flooring, and the furniture; ghosts in the wood. I’ve long speculated that I can…
The Renaissance Heart 