What you have is enough to share.

There are times when I think that my job is frivolous. And there are other times when I think that what I do offers real meaning and opportunity for connection in people’s lives. I’ve been back and forth about that in the last few days, as I’m sure many of us have been. How does…

Places Where I Hide

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The Secret of How it is to Live

Sometimes the way we feel at night (as if the secret of how it is to live hangs within our grasp) sinks deep into our consciousness and we find with surprise and unsurprise all in one breath that this knowing exists always instead of exclusively in the hours of in-between (quiet enough to hear the…

this space here.

here designed to be a celebration of all the small moments we forget to see sometimes. here with intention to create positivity. here with consideration for creativity. here with commitment to this space. there are many things unfolding, they will all follow. but for now, here, this space will again become. gratitude.  

Stretching Out the Importance of No.

On my way out the door for early morning yoga, my eyes flash to a familiar sign: Today it invokes a sigh, a shrug of defeat, an “I can’t say ‘Yes’ any more times or I will explode” sort of moment. The thing is, when I wrote that sign (inspired by this post) it was…

Taking bites; if one is good a handful must be better right?

I take a bite. Another one. One more. The thing is, I don’t really chew or swallow in between these bites. My cheeks bulge and my eyes widen as my skin stretches tight and taught. I sit at the dinning room table – in a high chair? Maybe. My serious brown eyes are determined to…

And Then She was Grateful.

The maze that leads us down to the basement of 560 Beatty street makes me wince a little – are there going to be windows in the office? Being shut up in an office for 8 hours a day that has only fluorescent lighting and no windows probably ranks as one of my worst fears….

Flying Free.

She hung, sad and forgotten in the garage all last winter. As my sturdy leather boots had the pleasure of accompanying me through the streets of Paris, up the hills of Montmartre and along the seawall of Antibes her tires got flatter and flatter, deflated much the same way as her purpose in life was. Eager…

Moments of Peas.

Tonight I stand in the sideways light of the setting sun. The pea plants stand taller than my head and I harvest handful after handful of plump, ripe pods. I split one open, carving out the insides, too eager to wait. As the sweetness bursts against my tongue it strikes me that this is perfection….

Catching Up.

That sound you hear? That soft sigh of exhaled breath with that accompanying noise of keys tapping and a disposable coffee cup being picked up and replaced on a table? That’s what morning sounds like over here in the San Francisco airport as I wait for my sister to fly in. It’s a sigh of…

The Other Side.

This evening we sit out on the small back porch that was a mistake so many years ago. The air hangs warm and soft, even late into this early May evening. There are lentils grown on the Horn family farm, yellow zucchini pickle relish and Apricot beer. This is it. This is home. This is…

In the Living Room

Whoops. I forgot to tell you all that I’d be gone for a while. Sorry about the silence. Kamille and I went to Greece. No big deal. The Acropolis. Temple of Zeus. Up the largest hill I could find. The Agora. Walking. Walking. Oh yeah – and walking. Museums. Fresh strawberries so cheap we ate…