“We do seem to be living in a universe that is in a constant and unending state of creation. It’s never stopping. It’s never stopping here either. We are not witnessing that. We are PART of that. We come from that. We work into that." Elizabeth Gilbert
I was sitting on my mat in yoga last week at the beginning of a vinyasa class. The instructor was walking around the room getting the music and lights adjusted, and I thought, She and I are doing the same job. I’m a psychiatric PA. My main role is medication management, deciding which meds will … Continue reading Curiosity—my new favorite modality for mental health
There’s an unspoken rule, once you reach real adulthood (I’m not talking age 18—I mean the time in life when you can really do you) that you should only do things you are good at. That rule is silly. And it sucks. Literally it sucks all the fun out of life.
Sometimes creativity feels like a crushing chore, but when I think about Ruby it feels more an attitude. An irrepressible impulse that played out in the bread she baked, the cows she milked, the clothing she sewed, the baskets she constructed, the beets she hoed, and the rocks she laid. Her mosaics matter enormously and not at all, in the same way that each life matters enormously and not at all.
I am up with the sun at 7am. Cass and I have planned to snorkel the Captain Cook Monument today. With optimism, we attach a couple of other potential plans on the back end of that so we rush around and load all the needed equipment, provisions and clothing into a laundry basket to haul … Continue reading Day Five: Swimming in that soul river
It’s 2am. My body feels exfoliated from the elements, slightly tight from exertion. I’m sitting outside on the deck of my next AirBnB in Kona. It’s quiet, nestled into the city surrounded by apartments and houses, except for the gentle white noise of the AC. I got about four hours of sleep before I became … Continue reading Day Four: I can’t help but laugh at my good fortune
Last July I was out for one of my nightly walks with R in the stroller and the stars and jets and helicopters twinkling overhead. I imagine I was probably listening to a Dear Sugars podcast and soaking in the thick, night air. I was texting with a friend and I commented on how I … Continue reading F*ck it. Write the book.
When I was first learning to surf, my experienced-surfer friend, Clare, encouraged me to practice my pop-ups. She recommended lying on my stomach on the living room floor and practicing the process of paddling, then pushing up and popping up. The pop up is important in surfing and something most beginner surfers struggle with. It’s … Continue reading Practice makes practice
When I was 17 my mom made me a prom dress. It’s still one of my favorite pieces she has created, which is saying something because this is a woman who has spent thousands of hours behind a sewing machine. Since before I was born, she sewed dresses for herself and my sisters and me. … Continue reading Rebellion in the sparkling line of costume gems
In Braving the Wilderness, Brené Brown tells a story where she is presenting at a conference. In between scheduled events, Brené is talking with Roshi Joan Halifax and mentions that she feels like resting, but should probably go to the reception. Roshi responds with the following: “Now it's time to inhale. There is the in-breath … Continue reading Day 5: Don’t fight the inhale!