Breakthroughs, often triggered both by our blind spots and our insights, merge together to offer lessons that are at once painful and illuminating.
Fast Hiking, Slow Pen
Two weeks ago on Memorial Day weekend, my husband and I signed up for yet another hike with the Atlanta Outdoor Club.
No Adjectives, No Adverbs
My most consistent spiritual practice this Golden Gap year (or years) has been very early rising and around an hour of free writing — for the past several months consistently Haiku.
Tuna Salad and Mother’s Day
This past Sunday, Mother’s Day, I was without children: one being in Brooklyn, two of them spending time together at Oakland’s Fairyland with their own small children.
In Detroit with Humanistic Jews
This past Sunday, I was in the prosperous burbs of Detroit, a few miles anyway from the inner city boarded up neighborhoods with their ubiquitous gun shops.
My walk this morning, almost a week after this year’s late Easter Sunday, made me aware of how the spring here in Georgia is already leaving.
Without Gefilte Fish or Matzo Balls
It was the day after our little chosen family Seder on Monday evening, the first night of Passover, when the New York Times ran a story about a major gefilte fish shortage.
About 10,000 Steps, Speed Hiking and Being Wired Well
I have never been a runner or even a jogger. I have, however, been a walker, a walker with a spring in my step, a good trot.
We Do What We Can
I was going to write and post this week about what we did last Sunday morning, another one away from any sort of indoor faith community.