Something For the Weekend

Something For the Weekend

Seneca argues for “living wide rather than living long” [song] I could listen to “Nuvole Bianche” by Ludovico Einaudi a trillion times Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor’s stroke of insight “I’m trying to explain the sadness people usually don’t talk about” | Obed Puerta’s art and Instagram [video] Swimming with icebergs 7 steps to a Bill … Continue reading

The Little Things Are Significant

The Little Things Are Significant

The little things are significant.  And one of the best reminders of this came to me in Spain.  In my Barcelona, with unsavory smells and vespas sputtering in roundabouts.  Where women walked up and down the beach shouting prices for back massages in earshot of sunbathers.  Where, one hot day, I put on a white … Continue reading

All I See Are Changes

All I See Are Changes

Like afternoon changes to evening, sometimes when things change, you can’t put your finger on when they changed.  Things stay the same, day after day, but then you look back, and everything is different.  A lot of things in my life have changed lately.  But unlike how summer left San Diego and closed the door … Continue reading

Keep Looking Up

Keep Looking Up

Someone recently said prayer is a form of thought, but there’s a special X factor that makes prayer different from all other forms of thought.  That factor is humility.  Recognizing how much else there is besides ourselves.  Showing respect for the grandeur of existence.  The vastness of life, and space, and every sensation we feel, … Continue reading

On Being Present

On Being Present

If you think about how a person moves through the world, it’s more than “amazing.”  You took your first step once.  First!  On chubby little baby legs.  There isn’t a word for that.  And I think we forget how good a human life can be. I think our lives branch out in vast and beautiful … Continue reading

My Kind of Prayer

My Kind of Prayer

When I was a kid, I prayed all the time.  I prayed to St. Anthony, and St. Christopher, and St. Cecilia, who I chose as my saint, because I liked her name.  I prayed the “Our Father” on rosary beads in catechism school and sipped apple juice that was subbed in for communion wine. I’m … Continue reading

What Matters in the End

What Matters in the End

When I was in college, there was this cemetery close to campus that I’d pass from time to time.  Hemmed in by a black wrought iron fence, it ran parallel to a busy street filled with passing cars and lined with houses filled with students. I liked being in this cemetery.  I’d walk between the … Continue reading

A Gratitude Manifesto

A Gratitude Manifesto

I write down things I’m grateful for every few days or so. I do it because my mind leans anxious.  I do it because, like everyone else, my future is uncertain.  And sometimes, when I find that I am just getting through the day – if there’s extra flesh on my arms or my bank … Continue reading

The End of Judgment

The End of Judgment

For most of my adult life, I’ve felt like a marionette, sort of helpless at the hands of my mind.  It’s not easy to write that.  It’s like handing over a page of my diary. But it’s the truth.  I wake up at 3 a.m. from worry more often than I’d care to admit. I … Continue reading