I'll have That To Go, Please .............
The other day I went for a small refund to CVS – which is high on the list of my least favorite stores to go to – and almost left on the spot at the sight of a long queue of people waiting for check out. One cashier. Lunch hour, duh.
But because I was fresh out of another amazing acu-ortho-body magic session with Ken Luke, I was slooow and eeeeasy. So off to the end of the line I go. Why wait when I can have an experience?Read more
'tis the season to go bonkers! So, do you have really good friends? Someone with whom to hang out when you're not feeling social, or dazzling, or even remotely chipper?
The Holy Daze is upon us. Perhaps especially at this time, the beautiful dark time between fall equinox and winter solstice, a beautiful but sometimes lonely time, perhaps far away from family, or even worse, right in the midst of family where real contact has been missing for years ... having a community of practice, what the Buddhists call a sangha, may make the precarious ride back into the light so much more doable.
Something wild is happening with the current yearlong program participants. People are actually spending regular time in practice with each other.Read more
Perhaps it is too much excitement, all the transatlantic travel, or a hormonal imbalance, but on some days, meditation feels to me like a royal waste of precious life units. What's the point of sitting there, thinking thinking thinking?
Since I'm rarely able to transcend the human condition and dissolve into bliss (with no side effects), on those other days I resort to micro-practices. Can you guess what they are? Well, exactly what the name says: very very short periods of paying attention. Really short, like three, five, ten, or fifteen seconds at a time, but they are done early, and often.
Me, I like to pay attention to sensations: they are the secret language of Life. Even when my mind feels like a washing machine in a power cycle (you know, extra agitation), I can manage ten seconds of uninterrupted presence. To paraphrase Stephen Colbert, I am micro-practice, and so can you.
Wanna try? Take the next ten seconds to sense your hands. Are you holding a latte, a slice of pizza, a gadget? Close your eyes--unless you're driving--feel the texture of that thing you're touching, let it touch you, and then come back to reading. Take a sip of that latte. Really smell and taste it, feel how it wants to be drunk by you.Read more
The Body as Prayer Sunday class in Sebastopol turns 15 today.
In September 2002, under considerable peer pressure from Michael Skelton, whose Sunday events in Los Angeles were drawing hundreds of dancers, I scheduled a series of three classes at Wischemann Hall. Basically to prove him wrong: Sebastopol ain't LA; people have better things to do here on Sundays than dance.
The rest, as they say . . .Read more
So tell me,
What gift is hidden inside you? Where are you called toward a deeper engagement? What in your life is finished and needs a deeper letting go? What do you keep doing that is too small for you?
What is the courageous step you need to take next?
Are you following me? I am not asking if you’re a leader because I know you are. You have already inspired countless people. Perhaps you have raised children, taught students, created beauty, loved despite a broken heart, made a garden, saved a forest, rocked a boat, stood up to injustice, helped a friend recover the goodness of the world.
What if true leadership asks you to be authentic, rather than to follow a man-made script?Read more