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.
Lost Easter
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.
