Me, Myself & Eye Blog

“faith may not bring us the miracle we want, but it will always bring us the miracle we need. cultivate faith, hold it in your hand – touch it” … make angel wings. ~melody beattie oh! the sweet memories of making angel wings for the annual christmas pageant! i remember the concentrated task – the texture…

  if there’s one thing i’ve learned in this zig-zag, upside down life it’s that i can fly!   i’ve always been fascinated by energy – the way it can push us through the atmosphere into space or short us out – inspired and expired — the way nature seems to effortlessly transform and bind…

  “again I’m within myself. i walked away, but here i come sailing back, feet in the air, upside-down, as a saint when he opens his eyes from prayer: now. the room, the tablecloth, familiar faces… listen, if you can stand to. union with the friend means not being who you’ve been, being instead silence:…

  what ever was inside roared the deepest roar ever, releasing the loneliness, the anger and fear.  it was shame and it came spilling onto the page as i thrust my hand deeper down my throat.   there’s no take–backsies in life – no undoing – no binging on soft serve and purging regret.   this…

  i am humbled and amazed by the many opportunities to feel uncomfortable – to risk in order to find the balance between what my heart longs for and what my mind needs.    i teach the skills that support wellbeing – awareness and attention — mindfulness.  and, i do this by introducing individuals, groups and systems to new ways…

i see you. and, also, i see the me in you. I pretend not to be you and you pretend not to be me, always finding new ways of hiding.     when i was seven i corrected my dad as he told a fib to a ticket-collector.  if i were six, he would have saved…

  when the seed is planted, it grows unaware of what it will become. all it knows is becoming.   i had the opportunity and honor to watch my son and his high school jazz band perform at the prestigious essentially ellington competition in new york city this weekend.  it was a coming together of…

it’s been a long, crooked road. it’s been a long crooked life!   life, as it turns out, is not a straight line.   it zig-zags from here to there and from there to here … races up only to plunge back down and, often, as my young students like to point out, it feels like…

transformation. it beckons me so … to stand up tall and face the sun – to be what is necessary – to accept what will become.   there’s something in the spring – an excitement – anticipation.   all around nature is erupting.   the curious crocus bursts through winter’s slumber, squirrels scurry about with unearthed wonders and…