A patient observer

Two slices of raisin bread, toasted, with some fruit on the side. Honeydew melon these days, it changes with the seasons. As I buttered my toast this morning, it came to me that all during chemotherapy I made my own raisin bread. Now I buy it at the store – Dave’s Killer Raisin Bread. It also occurred to me that… Continue reading

Attitude is everything

Attitude is everything. I come back to it again and again, in my meditation, in my spiritual reading, in my daily life. I will even go so far as to say that attitude is all that separates me, and you, from a good day and a crappy day. The moment I roll out of bed in the morning, I make… Continue reading

Remembering how to play

When I visit my mother, I do yoga outside on the deck beside the pool. There, the scent of salt spray lingers on the breeze as it moves clean air off the ocean and over the berm of grape leaves, the methodical sound of waves pushing and pulling on the shore keeps tempo with my breath, and my yoga practice… Continue reading

Stress … free

Irma has come and gone, but the stress lingers on. A quick look at the National Hurricane Center website shows Jose, Lee and Maria making their way across the Atlantic, reminding us that hurricane season isn’t over quite yet. We must sit tight, wait and watch, while these children of the Atlantic cavort about and decide what path to skip… Continue reading

Muscle on my side

Is it odd that I view the sky as my own personal divination tool? All I have to do is glance skyward to see the echoes of my path unfold. Yesterday, lounging on the steps of the pool, I watched as giant, billowy super heroes scaled banks of clouds, on the ready for what may come. Their determined gazes shone… Continue reading

Yoga, love at first movement

Yoga. It was love at first movement when I discovered yoga. I remember sitting on the living room floor with Ken (my husband) and a copy of Rodney Yee’s Yoga: Poetry of the Body book. We took turns trying to do the poses, having no idea what we were doing or what the poses were doing for us. Fast forward ten… Continue reading

Deep space me

For the six-week duration of my radiation treatment, I put meditation on a back burner. There was just so much time in the day (classic excuse) and I felt that exercise was more important toward keeping my physical health (and sanity) intact, so I made my spin bike my religion and kept my heart and lungs pliable through regular exercise.… Continue reading

Cattle prods and string cheese

Throughout my breast cancer adventure, I have been asked the question, ‘am I in pain.’ My answer, until now, has always been a resounding ‘no’. My cancer was not painful, although I will give a nod to some of the less pleasant diagnostic tests. My chemo was not painful, although I will give a nod to some of the less pleasant side effects.… Continue reading

The magic of meditation

I meditated a lot during my chemo treatments. I had important work to do, and meditating was a great way to get laser focused on my goals and how to accomplish them. When I meditate, I go deep inside myself, I find that place that connects me with the universe, and I listen. It’s like being in a train station,… Continue reading

A perfect day

What makes for a perfect day? For me, a perfect day is broken down into bite size treasures of time, individual islands of experience that are destined to become cherished memories, all equally valuable, all equally precious. Quite often they are scraps of events, seemingly inconsequential. In the end, though, it is the staple spices, like black pepper or sea salt,… Continue reading