Sunday Scribblings
Sunday Scribblings #32 -Now and Then
Context: normally I write my scribblings in Toronto, at a coffee joint called The Jet Fuel where I spend way too much of my time (and hence call it “my office”). I usually write it before I teach my Sunday Nia class. Today I’m scibbling in Seattle. Different vibe altogether!) Now I am sitting…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #31 – Holiday Memories
I’m really having a hard time making people understand. Getting them to see why I feel as I do about the holidays. It’s not that I didn’t have everything I needed growing up, or that “Santa” didn’t bring me what I wanted. There were many Christmas traditions – baking and decorating cookies (and then stealing…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #30 – Dance (Nia)
There could be no better post topic for Sunday Scribblings today than this – dance has given me new life. Specifically, Nia has given me life. Nia, meaning “with purpose” in Swahili, has awakened my body’s way. Nia, a spirited blend of dance, martial arts, and healing arts, is not a “work out”. No, it’s…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #29 – Competition
Engaging in an “I’m better than you” society, we define ourselves in relation to masculinity. Instead, why not get down and relate to the earth? Then get up and flow with the rhythm of the cosmos. SHE begs us. Stop. SHE knows it’s not working. Simultaneously, She pleads and shows us better ways. Wait. Dividing…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #28 – Mis-spent youth
The glory daysThe carefree waysSpinning-round-invoking-hazeThe deliberate “I’m unbeatable” phaseOh me, oh my, I’m in a daze! A triumphantly mis-spent youth. An evil gazeA hurtful phraseSleepy, pimply, angry daysThe “you just don’t understand me” crazeOh me, oh my, I’m in a daze! A dazzlingly mis-spent youth. Whispering, gossipy, “I’m ugly” daysThe “I’ve invented BETTER ways”A daring,…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #27 – I carry
I am the means by which something passes, or is inspired to flow or move, from one place to another. Sherpa. A term of endearment that my husband uses. “Why won’t you let me carry something for you?”, he often asks. I am alive, protected and safe. But only if I am carrying something. Usually…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #26 – Left and Right
Throw salt over your left shoulder and you’ll hit the devil. Don’t expect it to work if you use your right shoulder – the devil stands to your left. Southpaw. I am right because I’m left. Left handed people are the only ones in their right minds. If I have a left hemisphere stroke,…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #25 – Money
“Knowledge is like money: the more (s)he gets, the more (s)he craves.” Henry Wheeler Shaw Dough Moola Bacon Dinero Dollars Bread Coin. I hate thinking about it. I wonder why I have such anxiety when it comes to cash. The discomfort runs so deep that I take a flight or fight approach to money.…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #24 – Hospitals
Yo ho ho. Hospitals make me laugh. Not a joyful laugh, but a cynical “can-you-believe-the-gall” laugh. From the inside there’s lots to see. Layered with waste. Much talk with little action. Lots of ego and minimal consciousness about the incompetence. (If you at least know you’re incompetent, that’s a step in the right direction!). The…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #23 – My first act as Queen of the world would be…
…to admit that I don’t have a clue how to run the world. But what I could do is create a pretty savvy, forward-thinking, and progressive group to take care of straightening things out. I’d need to hand pick a team of consultants. You know, a group of experts on things like the environment,…
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