Ducks are distracting little critters. Why does putting them in a row elicit guilt?
Noting how the stories in our heads start, about ourselves and about others Each morning, I start my day with a ten-minute meditation using the Headspace app. There is a technique called “noting” that is used in some of the series, including the one I’m doing now. In meditation, this is the skill of noticing… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: Death Spiral
Yesterday being a holiday, I had the chance to spend a few hours in the middle of the day with a good friend. We braved the wind and paced the beach, talking while trying to avoid stepping on the jellyfish washed up on shore, sharing stories of recent and past struggles and successes. Back in… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: What’s in a Name
Much of what I write still stems from seeds planted and nurtured during runs… Lately, a lot of my thinking has been about running itself, and its role in my life and my relationship with it.
As a kid, I looked forward to the last day of school like anyone else. Through the intensity and stress of April and May exams and final essays, the prospect of three whole months stretching in front of me, filled only with a mindless summer job and gymnastics workouts, seemed a golden light pulling me… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: Crawling Back
It is one of those mornings I sit down to write without a plan, without even a fragment of an idea. I woke with my mind buzzing around all I have to do today. It was tempting to let the buzzing take over, to eschew my normal Tuesday morning routine in favor of a little… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: Unknown
Tuesday = pm workout so a morning free to dedicate to writing The entire world is smokey this morning, the smell lingering in my nose and reminding me of the forest fires raging less than an hour from where I sit. How does one appreciate the sunrise, knowing its beauty comes from destruction? Can one?… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee