“Hitting the wall” is the term runners use to describe the moment when the bottom seems to fall out of their stamina, major exhaustion sets in, and doubt may surface about whether it’s even worth continuing. Statistically, it’s most likely to...
I learned the joy in blankness as I played with my new favorite toy—a “Buddha Board.” The device lets you channel your inner Chinese brush artist as you dip a thick brush into water and paint over the board. Then, as you watch, the water evaporates and the marks fade...
I’m coping again with the mid-winter gloomies, when the dark skies, as well as the news, can get to me. Whatever is growing in me, ready to blossom later in the year, needs an infusion of inner light—more than I can get from the light box I sometimes use to help with...
One of the cool things about artists is that they often start their pieces (and I’m defining artist in the broadest possible way) before they know where they are going. Not all artists perhaps, but the ones I want to emulate—poets, writers, painters, and sand...
When I was a child, “tradition” was not my middle name. Born in the fifties, I saw tradition as having to wear pointy-tipped Maidenform bras, being dragged to Sunday school to learn the rules of life from a meek, pasty-faced Jesus, or reading about exclusionary clubs...
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