I’m beneath the purple twinkle lights sipping coffee while wearing a sweatshirt emblazoned with a skeleton sitting in a crescent moon…drinking coffee.
A few nights ago, I sat in the trees with friends and drank hibiscus tea.
It is the season of mugs and herbs and skulls, but still warm enough that the summer people are still wearing their summer clothes.
The liminal season before the fall.
Read MoreBirds singing in the morning is one of the most hopeful sounds on the planet
Right now, I’m listening to the one that says, Judy, Judy, Judy.
I’ve been drinking my coffee every morning from a springtime cup.
I’ve been walking every evening.
Read MoreAround two and a half years ago, I stopped self-medicating and numbing myself with food.
This brought about a balance and clarity I had never before experienced.
I noticed however, that when I stopped using food as a substitute for pleasure and love, I started doing something else.
Every now and then, I went on a shopping spree.
Read MoreWe have a new administration, and this country’s first woman vice-president.
I don’t think everything is suddenly going to be roses and rainbows, nor do I think politicians are saviors, but it does make a difference who holds office in this country.
It makes an enormous difference in people’s lives.
Both sides are not “the same,” and the past four years in this country have been brutal.
Read MoreTo everyone who canceled their travel plans and multi-household family meal, thank you.
To everyone who will spend this day alone.
To everyone who will go without food.
To everyone working in soup kitchens and food pantries, and everyone who will visit one.
Read MoreNow is the time for radical love and compassion.
It begins with you, in the inner chambers of your heart, and reaches out to the rest of the world.
Now is the time for harmony and alignment, for leaving behind your old stories.
It is the time to re-evaluate your thoughts and beliefs -
Read MoreFacebook memories remind me that this is a week I usually travel.
Each of those trips I’ve been on - I knew it was a gift - each one - I knew might be the last one.
Now, I can’t help but wonder if travel is a thing that will ever happen in my life again.
Read MoreTwo years ago yesterday, Tracy and I climbed the endless mosaic-covered steps up to our Air BnB in Laurel Canyon.
It was like walking a staircase into a dream.
Do you have a place like this?
A place that has inexplicably and illogically called to you your whole life?
Read MoreMy neice and I joke that my car has anxiety.
It has a warning light and an alarm that sounds every time I start it, but there’s not actually anything wrong. I mean, I don’t know, there might be something wrong, but I’ve been driving with that warning light and alarm bell for about a year now.
Chronic free-floating anxiety is like that.
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