Who’s Complaining?

Who’s Complaining?

I wasn’t allowed to complain as a child. Each time I whined because I wanted a parka like Kathy H’s or a Barbie like Mary J’s or at least pizza, I was admonished. “You have no right to complain. You have not been captured and tortured by Nazis. You have not had your...
Movement Alchemy

Movement Alchemy

While I love how the Feldenkrais Method helps improve the way we move; improving balance, flexibility, and resilience, I’ve always been much more impressed with how it has improved my inner balance, my mental flexibility and my emotional resilience. The simple and...
What Was I Thinking?

What Was I Thinking?

Last night, one of the raccoons that have taken up residence under my shed discovered the cat door. What had previously been a lovable pack of rascals had now become a potentially harmful intruder.  I try to live in harmony with nature’s insistence on introducing...
Artificial vs. Movement Intelligence

Artificial vs. Movement Intelligence

About 15 years ago, I was out to dinner with a friend at a trendy nouvelle cuisine restaurant. There was a dish boasting dasheen wraps. I asked the waiter what that was. “That’s what they make the tortilla from,” was his answer. In other words, he was clueless. But...
My Not So Secret Garden

My Not So Secret Garden

I’m glad I don’t have to live on my garden harvest.  Each year I double dig and hack away at black walnut roots that are snaking their poisonous way in. Yet I always miss a few and watch in dismay as my exuberantly flowering plants sadly droop and succumb to the...
Yup, I Did That!

Yup, I Did That!

I recently stumbled across a song from the great musician, Sun Ra called Make a Mistake. The lyric is simply,  You made a mistake, you did something wrong You made another mistake, you did something right. The recent documentary, Goodnight Oppy, tells the story of the...
In Search of a Secret Sauce…

In Search of a Secret Sauce…

I’m one of those old hippies that finds meaning in everything: Coincidences, license plates, repetitive dreams. As if the universe was trying to get my attention, to wake up from my waking dream because I was ignoring something important. The more absurd, the more...