From the Kinēsa Newsletter
Thumbs up for Thumbs!
I was pondering the wonders and stories of our anatomy the other day, and realized I could probably write a post about every part of myself. Who knows how long this inspiration will last, this could be a very long series! That led me to reflecting on my hands. When...
Misery or Samadhi?
Misery or Samadhi? When I was a child, I had to practice my accordion for an hour every day. While I loved the sound of the instrument, I found the endless repetition tedious. I wanted to wail with rock ‘n roll songs, or improvise crazy gypsy sounding melodies...
Belonging and Inviting
The other day, a friend told me about her new cleaning lady. “She’s lovely, hard working, and…she’s a liberal,” she grinned. I remember reading an article about the war in Afghanistan where the writer spoke about tribalism and how American ideals can never compete...
Looking For Light in all the Wrong Places
There is a Persian folk hero named Mullah Nassrudin, the kind of wise fool you find in many cultures’ folk tales. In one story, Nassrudin is standing under a street lamp looking intently at the ground. A passerby asks, “What are you looking for, Mullah?” "A ring, my...
Investing in Failure
Growing Neurons? Photo: Ron on an e-bike (2021) It was one of those unexpected February moments when the temperature blasted up to 70 and I turned to my husband Ron and said, “Hey, let’s take the e-bikes for a ride!” The relatively new bikes had been gathering dust...
I think, therefore I….am?
Photo by Ashley Batz on Unsplash I get an idea. Half-baked. Disparate elements. Nothing comes together. I pace. I ruminate. Then look up the word rumination and discover it has to do with thinking about the past. So if I’m not ruminating, what am I doing? I try to...
