Category: biography

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Desolation Coucous

We experienced our grief in a new way – between our teeth, on our tongues, in our bellies. We were full. Our sadness was complete.

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what was going on after I said “yes” – through the lens of a half-hour sitcom

Dharma wants to know Greg's fantasy girl. Greg tells his mother that he doesn't want to go on the cruise with her. Dharma tracks down Greg's fantasy girl and she makes a video. Dharma can't understand why Greg is not thrilled. Dharma talks to her mother about Greg's fantasy. Dharma's mother says by shining a ...

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Grooving to the Love Vibration and a Past Blast

Videos from my musical past are starting to surface. I knew they were out there - it's just been a long time since I've played or seen any live stuff. I tried to convince myself that it was ok that I didn't have any videos from shows I've done - but I have to be ...

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You are Beautiful and I Love You

We made a pact. For three months we tried an experiment. We decided to write to each other every day, "You are beautiful, and I love you" - just to get used to it, ya know, just to get used to how it feels to be loved. And we promised each other that we would not put up with not being cared about and loved by the people in our lives - especially in our romantic relationships. And it really helped. A lot. It meant a lot. Coming from her from my fractured family, it meant a lot.

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gratitude and stringbeans

October 2012 seems like it was so long ago. I had recently signed a lease in Phoenix, and immediately knew I made a big mistake moving there. I was driving up to Flagstaff once a week to go to work at the university. I had no place to stay in Flag, so I was sleeping on the floor ...

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It was . . . so real

After all the haze and horror of the 80s, the 90s was a time of hope, even among the rubble. Music, art, creativity, yoga and spirituality merged and emerged from the grayness and dust of the city, of the darkest places. It was like swimming, like falling, in a deep pool of inspiration, so many ageless children diving down and willingly sharing, exchanging, the pearls we'd found at the murky bottom.

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Born on a Thursday #59 – Making Maps as We Go

I remember the night before yoga teacher graduation. I was in a group hug with four of my classmates. We declared that our time on the ashram was “the eternity that never was”. That cosmic blip in the space of my life experience softened me (and still continues to soften me).

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Born on a Thursday #56 – Rebirth, Bike Love, and Playing the Fool

Spring is blowing in fresh air here in the mountains. And with it, new thoughts, new feelings, new hopes. Playing the Fool (see April's challenge) has been difficult, but somewhere in this last month, there's been a shift. I'm not exactly sure when I became so serious - it crept up on me - I have had to shake the seriousness off my back.

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Born on a Thursday #51 – Grief. Loss. Winter.

I also want to get a good camera and get into the woods and take photos. I need to buy some equipment (both photography and camping gear and probably, eventually, gulp, a vehicle).

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Born on A Thursday #48: Mixed Signals

Mixed signals describes my week. Despite confusion, much creativity in the air. Was very focused on preparing for my upcoming Writing the Energetic Body seminar yesterday - so I didn't get a chance to post this 'til now. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmuj7cPxlL8 Mixed Signals by Youth Gone Mad, from the West East album. I wish they had an ...