A Mindful Life

People who want to create often struggle with a lot of internal negative criticism comprised of scripts integrated from past comments, usually made by people important to the creator, and the fear of the unknown. There are many self-help books that give advice on how to “push back” in order to proceed with creating. Those [...]

This indie movie is showing in San Francisco every Thursday this month. My co-worker’s brother is one of the co-writer/co-director/co-producers and a character in the film. Here’s the story behind Four Eyed Monsters from their website: Arin and Susan both live in New York. Arin works from home with his wedding videography business documenting other [...]

This photo was taken during my internet vacation. I’ve also been writing poems. And reading. And working out. And lying in the hammock in the backyard, dozing in the late afternoon sun. To be continued… Also, Husband is going to do me a favor once I leave my job. He is going to configure our [...]

On Labor Day, Husband and I went out to Henry Coe State Park for a hike. Measured by miles alone, the park is close to home, a 40-mile drive. We took 101 South to Morgan Hill and then headed 13 miles east. Once out of Morgan Hill proper, the road narrows to barely two lanes [...]

The cat comes on little fog feet sneaking toward me lying prone. She heaves her body onto the ottoman moves to my thigh her paws pressing into my flesh. She bursts into a roar of purring kneads my stomach and ample breasts reliving kittenhood memories of suckling finally settling herself across me pats my cheek [...]

A toothless pinecone sits abandoned on a tan patch of crispy grass that serves as a lawn. Pointed brown pine needles long enough to knit with tangle among singed ivy leaves in cemented dirt. I sit at a sun-bleached table, scrawling on a dry page inked with a Rorschach tea stain. The earth is sullen. [...]

The gray man in the next lane over digs into his nose, oblivious to the fact that there are six lanes of witnesses to his nasal excavation. The bumper in front of me touts peace and the sun winks through a crystal pendant hanging from the rearview mirror while a leather-tanned hand dangles out the [...]