This morning I was doing my yoga and got to my first forward bend. Down I went, one vertebra at a time, my fifty-four year old knees slightly bent until I was hanging there staring at my toes. Suddenly in a moment of complete BE-ing and awareness, I saw them. The dried out, in desperate need of a pedicure, not… Read More

From the Journal of  the Year of BE-ing. Day Thirteen: Such a simple little word. How can such a simple two-letter word be so hard? At first it was fun. Tossing away the goals and To Do lists. It was like finally kicking out the Taskmaster, or running around free when the teacher ran out of the room. Vacation on… Read More