Be bad at ANYTHING

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.

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Waking up

I’m just waking up this morning.  I heard River get up out of bed and walk through the house.  Then he climbed back into bed, ate a little dry cereal from the bowl he requested last night and he’s been quiet for a while now.  I have been mulling over this question of how to…

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The luxury of play

Torrey Pines has become a holy place to me.  I’ve made it a routine stop on my way back from dropping R at his dad’s house.   I get out of my car and smell the bushy plants of the coast and the estuary.  It reminds me of the smell of the sage brush in…

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Light and shadow

When I was in Hawaii last week, I visited Painted Church or, more properly, St. Benedict’s Catholic Church.  It’s a scenic, little-white-church tucked away in the greenery south of Kona and worth a quick stop.  The church is famous for the murals covering the walls and ceiling, painted by Father John Velghe, an untrained folk…

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Day Six: Intention for the Dirty Muddy Pig Year

Sleepy Saturday is a good way to describe the last day in Hawaii.  We sleep in later than usual after our late night of dancing.  We pick up some interesting donuts from a Holy Donuts in Kona—our favorite was the lilikoi (passionfruit) meringue.  We relax on the seawall watching swimmers follow the buoy-marked path that…

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Day 3: No, no! A Camaro is fine

Tonight as I’m writing this (and every night) the coqui frogs and cicadas are singing their songs over the distant sound of waves crashing onto the rocky cliffs below.  The spiders are positioned in the center of their elaborate webs.  A few stars are glinting overhead but mostly it is intensely dark. The place I’m…

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Day 2: I move mountains

Last night, I arrived back to my guest suite at 7:30pm.  I took a shower.  I really needed it.  My legs were caked with mud in spots.  My hair hadn’t been washed for four days and was stiff from the salt water.  I was exhausted but it was the best kind of tired—the physical tired…

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Day One: Determined to save the only life you could save

Right now I’m sitting, wet bum in the volcanic sand, watching the waves and the clouds roll in.  I’m alone except for the sand crabs.  They range in size from teeny-tiny to about six inches.  They dig holes in the sand and then venture in and out of them.  If you startle them, they sprint…

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Stop worrying about the knitting and remember to dance

These past couple of days I have been sensing a weird transition in myself.  It’s like I’m crossing a threshold into a new phase…and it feels good.  Strangely good.  This Cheryl Strayed quote comes to my mind often: “Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or…

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See! That tiny light is already glowing.

R and I had an incredibly full and beautiful weekend together.  We spent a pristine Saturday morning at the beach.  The babies played while the adults took turns surfing.  The conditions were perfect.  Small, friendly waves.  Bright sun. Pleasantly warm, but not hot.  R palled around with his equally blond comrade, playing in the sand,…

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