I didn’t expect to find a gem of wisdom as I was taking out the trash the other day, but I did. I had probably walked by this particular canister a hundred times, but this time I noticed all the writing. Maybe it had never been turned this way, or... read more
Even though I have trained as a Yoga teacher, lead an occasional class at my local studio and maintain a (somewhat) regular practice, I have never particularly liked that phrase, “holding space.” Maybe it is because some of the early classes I attended where it was whispered in an all-too-breathy... read more
Somewhere in this cluttered office of mine is a copy of a letter from the director of Camp Highlands, a venerable boys camp in Wisconsin, to the parents of the boys that were in camp in the 1925 season. It describes the effects of a violent storm that passed through... read more
Fifty years ago this week, my father picked me up from Camp Mishawaka as I finished my second year as a camper. I remember that the first stop after Camp was the laundromat (Bridgeman’s was the reward), and I recall standing outside as he called my mother from the pay... read more
T.S. Elliot had it right when he said April is the cruelest month-at least in Minnesota it can be. Today it was 50 degrees, the sun was shining, and the idea of donning shorts actually crossed my mind. Tomorrow, they tell me, it will be in the 20’s with a... read more