Inspired by an acronym I once heard for “fine,” here’s my current take: F—Fucked-up I—Isolated N—Nettled E—Exhausted At the start of a Zoom meeting with a new colleague, when we exchanged pleasantries, I asked how she was doing. “Fine,” she...
Grieving in My Own Time After my mom died, I was flattened. Exhausted, I wanted to wait three months, or maybe even a year, before doing something in her memory. My brother kindly agreed. During that time, I recalled someone telling me, “Do it your way.” I...
Shed Expectations: Nearly 50 years into my meditation practice, a moment from 2007 still resonates. While on a retreat in India, a friend expressed her struggles with meditation during an evening walk. My friend shared that she really couldn’t meditate. I felt badly...
I was seven years old standing in the wings waiting for my turn to step out onto the stage. Despite knowing all my lines, moments before I was to take those few enormous steps to center stage, my mind went blank, and my lines disappeared. I wanted to turn to someone,...
September 22nd is the fall equinox. Another year, another fall, a time of harvest. To see, to re-member, to gather, and to celebrate what we are growing and have grown in our gardens this year. Sometimes, we are moving so fast in our lives that we don’t take a...
