A Mindful Life

The solution to having to get up at 4:30 a.m. to catch an early flight?
Just don’t sleep! At all.
Oy.

California Living
After supper I make amends tomy body, taking it for a walk –four miles marched, punctuatedby the blat-blat-blat of a Harley,the Doppler whoosh of small metalworlds on wheels
I am bathed in a sodium yellowstreetlight buzzing industriallylike nothing heard in naturethis din of light pierced bythe ersatz bird chirp of acrosswalk signal
Gazing up, I wink [...]

Still Still
The cats sleep. The furnace belchesdust and heat. A dying man tries
to breathe. Just a machine, your chest risingand falling. Bleached leaves flap like wings.
The creek, still still, still solid. The holein the oak, abandoned. Frogs dream of life
beneath the ice. The hole longs to be filled.The concrete angel on the patio sulks.
Last night [...]

Tomorrow morning I arise too early for my preference and catch a flight to Phoenix at 7 a.m. I’ll be attending a training Monday and Tuesday focused on principles of the AmeriCorps program and Hands On Network goals.
If the scheduling works out, I may have dinner with my sister and brother-in-law who live in [...]

Storm Brewing / 9″ x 12″ sketch paper with colored pencil

Grief is a strange thing. You know how it’s easier to deflect one’s energy to a smaller concern than cope with a huge one? Sometimes it’s easier to fuss about the thing that appears to matter when one isn’t ready to deal with the real issue. This came up for me tonight in a major [...]

It’s something wonderful to get a letter. The paper, the stamp, the envelope. It is not just a piece of paper. It is something sacred.
–Ibrahim Ismail Zaiden

Last night I finished another scarf for the Dulaan project. It was my knit-while-watching-t.v. project. I’m going to start another. Yes, these scarves are kind basic and tedious, not sexy and fun. But they are for a good cause, and I’ve got the yarn…

Made with two skeins of Cascade 220 100% wool on size 11 [...]

The closest call came when he was stuck in traffic and a group of gunmen walked up to the car in front of him to drag out the driver, kicking and screaming. He watched silently, hoping the gunmen would not take him, too.
“I cried when I got back to the office,” Mr. Mikayel said, pushing [...]

Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over again to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us.
–Pema Chodron
This quote is from a beautiful handmade collaged postcard I received Tuesday from a member of PostcardX.