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Your Wish Is My Command

The morning of my birthday, I dreamt I worked in a Parisian parfumerie as a clerk.  All the women were delicate, formerly lovely creatures who still dolled up every morning as if to meet a beau.  There was a distinctive Umbrellas of Cherbourg vibe to their cheery, twittery chatter as they compared new kinds of [...]

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Unlocking the rib cage

A frozen rib cage interferes with freedom of expression. After all, even an exhale is an “expression” of air! In theater there is a saying, “The chest does not lie.” This statement infers that your true emotional state is reflected in the carriage of your chest. Unconsciously, we are both communicating as well as reading others’ emotions in sometimes subtle, but sometimes large shifts in the chest. For the last 200 years, science and medicine insisted that the organs in the torso are merely mechanical devices; pumps and bellows that keep the human machine running. The idea that emotional life is somehow connected to these physiological functions was ridiculed. And yet, we would talk about someone walking around with his chest “puffed up.” Or having a “gut feeling.” Neurotransmitters have been found in the stomach indicating that a “gut feeling” may be a kind of intelligence that informs the thinking brain.

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Waiting For the Sun

We’re told that one of the reasons for all of our holiday rituals stems from early humanity’s anxiety that the sun would never return. The Solstice celebrated the relief at the return of the light. While we no longer worry about whether spring will indeed follow winter, human existence is still a dance with [...]

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Tears, Laughter, Vodka and Airports

     It started out as a comment I made on Facebook in trying to summarize the myriad experiences of the last week; the call that my father was dying, the flight to Florida, his passing, our “party” for him, then more flights to get to LA for my sister’s wedding.  5 airports in 4 [...]

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