It has been two weeks and I haven’t called and I don’t want to call but I really miss (the good parts about) him and therefore found myself googling “why you should not call your ex” and found my way to Roxane Robitaille‘s fabulous column. She’s a couple therapist and she is wise. I found … More 10 good reasons not to call your ex
My parents had a really happy marriage. They met and fell in love in a Seventh-Day Adventist (SDA) high school in Los Angeles. Basically good and good-looking, outdoorsy, kids, they rebelled against their church’s strict rules against drinking, smoking, and pre-marital sex. Before they got hitched, at the frighteningly young ages of 21 and … More My parents’ marriage
The Sufi poet Rumi (1207-1273) ,who was known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī (Persian: جلالالدین محمد بلخى) and Mawlānā/Molānā (Persian: مولانا) wrote: Gamble everything for love, if you’re a true human being. If not, leave this gathering. Half-heartedness doesn’t reach into majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping for long periods at mean-spirited roadhouses.
I was at a picnic, and all my neighbors and friends and family were there, even my son’s father. The weather was so lovely and we were all having such a lovely time, that it saddened me to know that I my son was at home, probably sitting in the dark, feeling lonely and miserable. … More Getting home after a Holocaust: Dream, August 21, 2013
Life is going fairly well at the moment. I’m so happy, in fact, that I haven’t once descended in my usual grinchy, grumpy pre-Christmas mood. Christians insisting on coercing or manipulating or guilting me and all other Americans into celebrating the holidays as THEY insist you should, believing in the same implausible theories about the … More What love does for you
I’m watching Of Gods and Men. It’s about a group of French Trappist monks who chose to stay in their community rather than flee to safety during the Algerian civil war. They were kidnapped in 1995 by terrorists, but their death was never explained. Some have argued that Algerian soldiers killed them during a botched rescue … More Of Gods and Humans
I’m taking my son, Brendan, to Nepal, for two months this summer. At first he was really excited, but now he tells me that he does not quite understand why he feels so miserable about leaving the United States and going to teach English in a Buddhist monastery. He worries that he will not know … More Pittsburgh to Doha
One day while carrying out some business, the Mullah Nasruddin was asked to show his identification. He directly pulled out a mirror from his pocket and soberly studied his reflection for a long time. At length he exclaimed, “Yes, that is me!” I have to say that meeting this challenge is the by far the … More Bikram Day 96: WTF?
Oy! Yoga kicked my asana today. I did two classes in a row, beginning at four this afternoon. Throughout the first part of the first class, I felt sick to my stomach, but found relief by finding my eyes in the mirror and repeating my mantra, “I am.” In the second session, I felt … More Tossed in the Waves: Bikram Day 38
while sitting outside my kitchen on the porch in my garden that I planted myself with peonies, roses, lavender, sage, rosemary, parsley, thyme, greek oregano, lilies, lilac, irises, baptista, or false indigo, and morning glory, and basil, cilantro, and white wisteria. And tulips and hyacinths in the spring, when you can’t believe that anything is … More So I’m thinking about my cat
Well, this is a relief. I’ve had two good days in touch with my so-called real self: the scholar-writer person. I’ve been wondering about this particular persona for a while, since she’s been so out of touch. Did she still live, after all this time? Could we still talk, hang out? Would it feel the … More Writing
Well, this is a relief. I’ve had two good days in touch with my so-called real self, the scholar-writer person. I’ve been wondering about this particular persona for a while, since she’s been so out of touch. Did she still live, after all this time? Could we still talk, hang out? Would it feel the … More Writing