The season of spring is vigorous and forceful because things have to grow. We need to move like the wind and in fact, wind is the weather of spring. Spring is the the color of bright green, the element is wood, and the organ is liver. Liver’s partner is the gall bladder. Anger is associated… Continue reading Liver spring
Category: mental health
Office Hours
I’m holding office hours Saturdays 11:00-1:00. Drop-in, in-person or zoom option. Stop by if you need to check-in. No need to sign up in advance. Keeping office hours creates a window for inquiry. A structured framework for interaction. I have friends who host office hours. They said often no one comes. I am prepared to… Continue reading Office Hours
Passing through
To make courageous decisions I practice feeling temporary. Pretend life is temporary and eventually none of this will matter. Imagine we are here a very short time and then disappear leaving no trace. I practice doing now what I feel drawn to. I am not going to be remembered. We are all hounded relentlessly by bullshit… Continue reading Passing through
Give an hour
The universal switchboard is lighting up and I’m taking a lot of calls. The message came through quickly, as they do, you just have to pay attention. I happened to hear it. It said, give an hour of help toward someone. Don’t hesitate. Act on this. Need help? I’ll give you an hour. Sign up… Continue reading Give an hour
Comfort within
A man made bird sounds on an early morning bird walk. He tweeted, squeaked, squawked, whistled, buzzed and whooshed with his mouth making him my favorite bird that morning. A couple weeks ago, two people I’ve never met stood at my front fence and voiced observations: “I love your squash forest!”“I love your amaranth! It… Continue reading Comfort within
Mindfulness beats placebo
I watched three hummingbirds sitting still near the feeder this morning. If they can stop, so can I. Technology is addictive, so I am working on more mindfulness and less electronics. I started the morning by sitting in my front room by the window. I heard dog tags jingle in passing, bird talk, car tires… Continue reading Mindfulness beats placebo
What’s your call? What’s your song?
I had a next-step salon before I knew what it was. There were five of us, approximately 40-80 years old, talking about how to make change or react to change. We took turns sharing about something we were thinking about doing, trying, or re-doing. It was an in-between space; a temple for open discussion for… Continue reading What’s your call? What’s your song?