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Blinking Indicates Help Is On The Way
I saw this sign in an elevator yesterday. Does it mean that if I blink help will come? Does it mean that if you’re blinking, help is coming my way? Or your way? I’m not sure. I do need help, … Continue reading
A Body Sings
A yoga friend of mine describes his morning practice as his body singing to him. Isn’t that beautiful? I think of it every morning during my own practice when I begin to hear those sticky, ignoramus thoughts about oh-I’m-tighter/chunkier/older/more-gravity-stricken-than-i-was-when-i-went-to-bed. I … Continue reading
Bald Money
I’m making a lot of money now that I’m bald. I shaved this head of mine for a play. I shaved it again when this play was performed in a festival on the weekend. Well, the play, Waiting For Godot, … Continue reading
Women Piping
I had the astounding good fortune to MC an International Women’s Day event on the weekend. It was called Eve-olution 3. You should have been there. There were women on bagpipes (I’d never seen women playing bagpipes, and never asked myself … Continue reading
I Love My Body: A Manifesto
Two weeks ago, I recognized myself. Same face, same hair, same body, pretty much, that I’ve had for years and years. Today I am bald, having shaved my head for a play. And on opening night in said play, I … Continue reading
We are superheroes
I learned how to use a whip today. This may be the only time in my life I get to write that sentence. I also want to say, if you EVER get the chance to do so, take whip-cracking lessons. I … Continue reading
Tough Business, Being Human
There’s a NIM bin across the street from my clinic. I watch people walk by it on the sidewalk. Most people ignore it. Occasionally someone stops to look at its contents. Once in a while, someone picks something off the top … Continue reading
Beyond the Fling
I didn’t think I’d have to revisit the headstand in yoga. I did, after all, learn to fling myself up against a wall, remove one foot at a time from the wall, slowly, and balance for a good ten seconds … Continue reading
Priests and Doctors
When I was a kid, priests had a lot of clout. You were rude if you questioned them. (Isn’t this original sin thing a bit negative? A bit manipulative? How does saying 29 Hail Marys absolve me of the sins … Continue reading
Edna and Thich Nhat Hanh
I’m pretty certain my friend Edna has never met Thich Nhat Hanh, a Vietnamese Buddhist monk with whom I spent a week in silence a few years ago. My guess is that, if she did meet him, she would think he … Continue reading