Lessons from a Pilgrimage for a Pandemic
When life throws a curve ball, or I find myself in disappointing circumstances, I attempt to reset my expectations for whatever is happening NOW by recalling my experience walking El Camino de...
View ArticleWill COVID-19 Kill Perfectionism? I Hope So!
About ten days ago I co-hosted a Zoom meeting with a friend and client. It was my first time being in the role of presenter rather than audience, when I occasionally disable the video so that I can...
View ArticleWe Are All Each Other
A few weeks ago, which seems like another lifetime, my local food co-op removed the cafe seating in the store. While watching an employee take the interior chairs and tables away as I sat at a counter...
View ArticleMy Toilet Paper Quest Unraveled an Ancient Memory
Ever since I walked El Camino de Santiago, I have had an aversion to buying products in bulk. Stocking up, stockpiling, or hoarding doesn’t make me feel safe or secure. Rather, that behavior makes me...
View ArticleIn a Crisis, Old Memories Cycle into the Present
Yesterday I cycled into Northampton for the first farmer’s market of the season. The ride is about 30 minutes, mostly flat or downhill. It was my road biking debut, rather than using a bike path (to...
View ArticleCOVID Coping: Making Art with Mother Nature
“Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.”― Mary Oliver In early April, I wondered what I could do to keep myself from losing my mind during lockdown. I rustled...
View ArticleWhat it Really Means to “Eat Like a Rabbit”
To tell someone they are eating like a rabbit is more of a put down than high praise. Rabbits, at least domesticated ones, gnaw on carrots and lettuce thrown in their cages. People who consume lots of...
View ArticleStuck Locally, Eating Globally: Quarantacos
Before COVID-19, I somehow got it into my head that if I wanted decent fish tacos I would need to get them at a restaurant or taco stand. Even though I enjoy cooking, it never occurred to me to try to...
View ArticleFor My Father’s 90th, Musings on Love and Loss
My father would have turned 90 on June 15. A few months after he died in 2003, I discovered this photograph of him from 1949 or 1950. He’s 19 or 20, posing in a beret, wool coat and tailored pants. His...
View ArticleShopping for Glasses Within a Feldenkrais Framework
When quarantine began, I felt as if the pandemic had thrust us into an an intense, but short-lived, Camino-like experience. Rather, the ongoing pandemic feels like a continuous Feldenkrais Awareness...
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