I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.
From Anne Lamott’s Traveling Mercies: “Our preacher Veronica said recently that this is life’s nature: that lives and hearts get broken — those of people we love, those of people we’ll never meet. She said that the world sometimes feels like...
In yoga yesterday (via Zoom) Mandy talked a lot about hope, or as much as a person does talk in yoga, and while she always reminds us to set our intention for the practice (for non yogis that means your good thought for the class. Your intention is the word that your...
It’s been a busy morning reading the news, riding my bike through London on Zwift, eating breakfast with Chip, listening to the radio news, texting the kids, reading the news, walking the dogs, checking the updates on the virus, calling my friend Betty over at...
I alternate between laughter– those videos people keep sending me really are funny. Have you seen Pluto the talking Schnauzer?– and tears, like when I listen to or watch the news of the suffering and dying– especially those families with a grandpa...
We had church today again on Zoom. Which is sort of like waving to the kids through the closed window. It makes me happy. More people attended this time, which meant a lot of reminders to mute the audio and instructions on how to, and that there more of us looking at...
I asked my friend Beth what is her best tip for thriving during our new shelter in place rule and she said, “Get dressed and put on your running shoes,” it was her mother’s advice for stay at home moms back in the day. “You can’t get...
