Choosing to forget

Choosing to forget

A friend of mine lost her father recently. And in the weeks since, she has asked me the same question, again and again, more than she ever did before. If we chose this — if this loss was somehow part of a script we agreed to — why don’t we remember choosing it?...
The Villain as ally

The Villain as ally

This one is the hardest to write.Not because the idea is complicated. But because it asks something of you to look much deeper than what is being shown to you.It asks you to look at the person — or the people — who hurt you most. The ones you hold responsible for your...
The Hand that would not let me grab anything

The Hand that would not let me grab anything

I have been having pain in my left hand. It has been so bad that I have not been able to grab anything. A cup. A doorknob. My own hair, some mornings. And to make it worse, it is my left hand — my dominant hand. The one I actually need. I went looking for the obvious...
Even the Trees Know When to Rest

Even the Trees Know When to Rest

Last evening I was talking to a friend, telling her how I was feeling stuck.  It did not make sense, even to me, as I said it out loud. I am in a place that is gorgeous. Surrounded by trees, thick and green and alive. Squirrels and monkeys come and go as if they know...
Mind – safety and rhythm

Mind – safety and rhythm

Is the Mind Seeking Safety, or Something Else?   I have been observing for the past few days that my mind is all over the place and I am not able to fall into the rhythm of the day.  When we live like this, our days become erratic. The mind keeps throwing out...