Into the Cave

IMG_0996 - Version 3It’s that “into the cave” time of year. I’m wearing sweaters and scarves, the mesquite leaves are turning silver, the holidays are here and another birthday is coming up. I wrote the following poem three years ago, and took a month off from blogs and social media, to re-emerge in January. Until then, wishing everyone a wondrous Winter Solstice and 2014!

Note to Self in Winter

To become bear-like / in these winter months / to slow down to a soft snore / to lumber willingly / into my cave / to embrace rest and darkness / so I may rejuvenate and emerge / ravenous / to begin again. -ngs

To Weave a Good Life

You have to weave the good things you want into your life       is the motto of weavers Viridiana and her husband Jesús, passed down by Viridiana’s ninety-year old great-grandmother who also wove rugs and clothing just as they do today. They live with their extended family in Teotitlán del Valle, Oaxaca, in…

Finding Calm in the Midst of Family

Today’s blog speaks to the upcoming holidays and a bit of perspective for finding calm in the midst of family (or at least a bit more than years past). This waterfall of thoughts around family started over a week ago when I saw Michael Caine’s latest movie, Last Love. Without giving away the plot, just…

Calming the Anxious Brain

Some days go wonky, no matter the plans or intentions, and wonkier still when our brain becomes anxious. On a recent trip to Oaxaca with friends, in search of a village that was on our “must see” list, there were no signs to point the way. After a few u-turns and grumblings from the back…

Becoming Reacquainted with the Language of Love

“…the way this bird swoops from an alcove out into the light, the way no one notices but a small child who stops and points—it all reminds me of the day we met. Something flew out of you and I was stunned that something in me flew out to meet it…” -Mark Nepo These days…

What Comes in the Wee Hours

One night last week, awake after just a few hours of sleep, I grabbed a pillow and blanket and went out to the sofa. The bright quarter moon illuminated the tops of the mesquite trees, Venus hovered below, and I found myself just sitting, becoming part of the slow turning that goes on imperceptibly every…

The Perils of the “Land of I”

“Traveling makes one modest—you see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.” - Gustave Flaubert Yesterday I woke up for the second morning in a row feeling melancholy and overwhelmingly disconnected. The mood hovered around me like a swarm of no-see-ums, pesky and impossible to swat away. Yet when I drove ten minutes into…

Bringing in the Harvest—The Book is Here!

My new book, Tilting Toward Chaos: Finding Calm in the Midst of Change, is now available. I’m announcing it today—on the Harvest Moon—a day that in times before electricity provided the much-needed extra hours of illumination to bring in the ripened crops. Thank you all for your support and illuminating presence as I’ve tended this…

To Each Their Own Rhythm

“I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing goes unsung.”- Rabindranath Tagore When I first read Tagore’s poignant statement, I cringed. It described my sometimes procrastinating, sometimes stuck, sometimes productive approach to writing. I had a book in me, wanting to be written and shared. I…

In the Garden of Reality

When this Bird of Paradise flowering plant was set next to our little pond over four years ago I did not really see it. Then two feet tall, with wilted, brown-tinged leaves and no blooms, what I saw instead was the majestic ten-foot specimen I’d seen in Pátzcuaro, Mexico, graced with dozens of bright flowers….