Patience can be hard.
I was reminded of it at the start of this year as my 92-year-old mom had her stroke, and I was suddenly thrust into taking care of every single aspect of her life. I was reminded of it the year I lived on the tiny island of Tobago, a place where time comes to a halt and (more…)
Learning about breath came to me early.
I practiced in Acting Class when I went to college. Did it with my voice teacher, Joy McLean Bosfield. Did it as I figured out my rhythms as a swimmer. And heck, I did it big-time when I found yoga back in the 80s, before yoga became an industry. (more…)
I’m a talker. Half-way decent listener as well, I hope.
And I INTENSELY dislike small talk. Small talk is the incessant chatter about nothing. The endless skimming of the surface. Where everything we say is inconsequential and instantly forgotten.
Yadda yadda yadda yadda. (more…)