The Guest House

The Guest House

The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your...
Loving My Body

Loving My Body

New Year’s is a traditional time for new beginnings. I began studying yoga in January 2003, one of those many people trying out yoga for the first time. Overwhelmingly there is a message to change your body. Holidays are over, you overate, and clearly it is time...
Choose Gratitude

Choose Gratitude

I’d had a plan to write about the slippery slope of using comparison as your gratitude practice, how it robs you of the joy of being truly grateful. Then I saw some great advice about choosing gratitude over apologies. That lead me to a charming comic of this...
Some Bonuses

Some Bonuses

This month I’ve been sharing a short poem, “Yes“, by the late William Stafford, who taught at a college in the Portland area and was both the Poet Laureate of Oregon as well as the United States. Despite being a poetry-mad teen growing up in the...
#MeToo

#MeToo

I last wrote about my experience of sexual trauma. Days later I began to see the first #MeToo posts, first on Facebook, then on Twitter and Instagram. Articles are showing up about the viral explosion of people talking about their experience with sexual trauma on...