A Strange Thing
Recently I had a cranio-sacral massage because I never had one before and I’m always up for whatever I haven’t tried in the realm of massage therapy. The massage was incredibly relaxing in an odd way—it wasn’t so much that …
Year: 2019
Posture, part two
It turns out that good posture is about much more than good health. A wonderful reader made me aware of Jordan B. Peterson’s 12 Rules for Life, specifically the first chapter where he explains via lobsters the crucial importance of …
Standing Out Front
A positive outcome of living for several weeks with people in their eighties and nineties is an appreciation for good health. As I watched the elderly move around the building, riding scooters, pushing walkers, and the lucky ones leaning on …
Hearts Are Free
They’re called “likes” but the icon looks like a heart so I call them “hearts.” Recently I wrapped up an online workshop that had a discussion board. It was possible to like/heart other people’s posts but I didn’t do it …
Do Over, Again
The other night I was lying in bed, listening to an audio course before falling asleep. It was Tara Brach’s Free Yourself From Blame & Resentment on InsightTimer. I went through it for the first time last fall and have listened …
Alternative Ego
I was gone for four weeks, tending to Mom, then came home for a week before going back. Mom said it wasn’t worth making the trip and I might as well just stay but I disagreed. It was good to …
The Flipside
Last week’s post was about not seeing. This week’s is about the flipside: seeing but not changing. It’s easy to do. Or rather, not do. I had been married for seven days. After the loneliest week of my life, I …
It’s Later Than We Think
There is a photograph from 1860 that hangs in the elevator lobby of my condo building. Most people who look at it, if they look at it at all, probably think “That’s pretty,” or “What an interesting historic photograph.” I …
Rain
Before we went to brunch, Mom and I waited in her living room for it to be time to leave, she on her petite sofa, me at her table by the sliding-glass door. She had washed her hair that morning …
Not Less Than
My mom moved into her retirement community three years ago this July. On the way back from Mother’s Day brunch, as she rode her scooter in the long hallway and I walked along side, I asked, “How do you feel …