Author’s note: This is a piece I wrote a couple of years ago as I was developing a workshop called Radical Embodiment. I came across it again recently and thought of it again today, as I watched the inauguration of Joe Biden and Kamala Harris and felt my body respond: releasing years of fear and… Read More Radical Embodiment
A few years ago I spent six months living in Los Angeles, the city I came of age in, the city I had been trying to get back to for more than two decades. I was there to finish a novel, a project that had been in the works for years, and a dear friend… Read More Dark green quiet.
It started as a goof. I saw the photo on Facebook (posted by Peritronia Espinel): a New Year’s street banner, photographed from the back so that “2019” reads as “eros.” I shared the on Facebook with a little blurb saying I’d been pondering my Word of the Year — maybe this was it! I had,… Read More Word of the Year: eros
It started as a goof. I saw the photo on Facebook (posted by Peritronia Espinel): a New Year’s street banner, photographed from the back so that “2019” reads as “eros.” I shared the on Facebook with a little blurb saying I’d been pondering my Word of the Year — maybe this was it! I had,… Read More 2019: the year of eros
Last summer, at an Omega Institute creativity workshop with Kate Shela, I fell in love with 5 Rhythms. But, I had fallen in love with Kate Shela well before that. I first ran across her work in 2015 or 2016, when I was exploring a wide variety of alternative healing modalities for chronic pain and… Read More Shall We Dance?
Saturday, August 18. Backstage at Portland’s Newmark Theater at FloatCon 2018: I’m miked up, and I’m amped up. Wandering around and then dancing around, shrugging my shoulders, shaking out my hands, trying to slough off the energy that is surging like a tsunami through my body. I’m about to go onstage and talk in front… Read More Float Con 2018
Parasites Woes Say hello to my little friend. Her name is Hymenolepsis. She’s a gut parasite. And she and a whole crew of her little friends recently made themselves at home in my belly. After all the jokes I heard about Montezuma’s Revenge when I told people I was going to Mexico, I would have… Read More Say Hello to My Little Friend
I didn’t get to see last week’s much-ballyhooed super blue moon-lunar eclipse here on the southern Baja coast. From the time I’d gone to bed to the time my alarm went off at 4:30 am, the night sky was eerily bright but deep cloud cover hid the moon and stars from sight. Still, I hauled… Read More Trust. Magic. Healing.
At the Fountain of Youth Tomorrow, after forty days and forty nights out here in the desert, I’m leaving the Fountain of Youth. I just did my last poolside yoga session. This evening, as the sun goes down, I’ll take my last swim in the saltwater pool. I hope Al, the sweet octogenarian who shares… Read More 40 Days and 40 Nights
#preexistingconditions I started doing yoga to address living in a body in constant pain. Gentle exercise will help, said the doctor who diagnosed my fibromyalgia more than a decade ago. As a former gymnast who could still touch her nose to her knees at forty years old, I should have loved yoga. And I did.… Read More Mountain Pose