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Stepping Off

Stepping Off

I’m not sure when it began, but sometime during our nearly 6 years together, I started a tradition of giving Jeff the gift of a new adventure each year for his birthday. I mean, the guy has great taste and can online shop with the best of ’em, so buying him things and stuff is … Continue reading

So Wake Me Up When It’s All Over

So Wake Me Up When It’s All Over

“All this time I was finding myself, I didn’t know I was lost.” How adequately that sums up the many months since I’ve last posted, mes amis. Finding myself and losing myself all at once. But let me back up and explain a bit, so I don’t just end up quoting a dance club hit … Continue reading

Not. Sleeping.

Not. Sleeping.

I’m of the opinion that when insomnia strikes, the best remedy is to get yourself out of bed and go write it all down. Because, let’s face it,  what’s really happening is the minutes keep ticking away and you keep lying there… thinking thoughts. Thoughts that never end, thoughts that snowball into other thoughts, thoughts … Continue reading

Oui, La Vie est Bon

Oui, La Vie est Bon

Having just completed a yoga teacher training weekend and welcomed spring to Wilmington in a big way (it’s 80 degrees out right now and the world is abloom), I’ m finding myself contemplating the idea of abundance. It’s so easy, especially in times of economic downturn, to worry about all that you lack, to be concerned … Continue reading

Learning to Walk

Learning to Walk

Let’s start with this: Picture an outdoor track in the field behind a middle school. It’s less of a track and more of a dusty loop where the dry grass has been worn away by countless Nikes and Asics or, god forbid, off-brand running shoes. It’s a typical steamy Texas morning, not even noon and the heat … Continue reading

Eyes on Your Mat, Yogi.

Eyes on Your Mat, Yogi.

Okay, I confess. I admit it fully. Sometimes I really suck at keeping my eyes on my own mat. And I’m not talking about the Manduka Pros or those cool, chunky brightly colored ones that, despite their cushy glory would probably having me slipping and sliding at the first hint of palm sweat. Nope. We’re … Continue reading

Why I Had to Buy the Orange Shoes…

Why I Had to Buy the Orange Shoes…

And the orange striped sweater for that matter. I was dropping some clothing off at a local consignment shop the other day – drab stuff, things I hadn’t worn in more than a year, sweaters that depressed me, shoes I could scarcely believe ever belonged on my feet. In short: I was soul churning via … Continue reading

The White Blanket Project

The White Blanket Project

On my way out the door to go photograph these guys I, for some reason, grabbed the white fleece blanket off the edge of my bed and took it with me. I ended up bringing it into every cage I visited to help the cats feel comfortable and to give them a good backdrop. The … Continue reading