From the Kinēsa Newsletter
The Boss of Myself
I got in the car and reached for the key in the ignition. Except there was no key. This car, which I've had over three years, has a keyless remote. You simply push the bright blue button on the dash and voila! you are engaged. But my hand had decided to enact an older...
What Am I Afraid Of?
Those dreams, a message from myself (or as Clarissa Pinkola Estes says, “a message from home,”) woke me up to acknowledge that I’m embarking on something big.
Weaving Together
Photo by Ron Morecraft of an installation by Tomas Saracéno from a work by an anonymous spider. For weeks my carport was Charlotte's lair. The classic orb spider had spun a glorious, monumental web that sometimes verged on over-ambition, attaching silken threads to my...
On the Kindness of Strangers
We are in Gijón, Spain. Ron is carefully (because he's always careful) hanging laundry on the rack attached to our our third floor window. There are no clothespins in our air bnb and there's no way we know to the courtyard below. The doorbell rings. Who could possibly...
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
During my tween days, when it seemed like I didn't have a friend in the world, my mother would say to me, "It doesn't matter whether people like you. What's important is that they respect you." Webster's defines respect as "a feeling of deep admiration for someone or...
Put Your Hands Together
Over the years, one of the things that consistently calls me to contemplation is the relationship of movement, energy, presence and well-being. As more and more “studies” trumpet the importance of movement ( it seems any movement is better than no movement) I find...
