A Chat With Mystic Mag

There is a lot about today’s (possibly too) connected world to lament. Kids spend too much time on their phones. Social media is making us more politically divisive. It is all too easy for each of us to feel less-than because we are comparing ourselves to our filtered Instagram friends (who only ever reveal photographs…

Death by Opportunity

I have two competing impulses. They fight with each other like siblings that are close enough in age that they should theoretically get along…but they just don’t. One impulse is to slow down. That part of me is the part of me that wants to stay sane. It’s the part of me that wants to…

Beef Stick

Disclaimer: This post references sexual violence and has derogatory language. Proceed with discernment. I had the most bizarre dream last night. In the dream, I am inside a semi-empty space. There are windows. A door. It sort of looks like the entryway to those buildings that have multiple floors. Maybe it’s a lobby for a…

Friction

Friction (noun): The resistance one surface or object encounters when moving over another. Friction (noun) : Conflict or animosity caused by a clash of wills, temperaments, or opinions. I work in the realm of health and wellness…so naturally I spend time with other health and wellness professionals (us hooey people gots to stick together). And…

Seriously, Mr. President…WTF? (The Value of Getting Angry)

By the way…how do you feel about religion? I figured…since I was launching this thing about politics (which we all know we aren’t supposed to do), I might as well cover my bases and give religion a solid mention. The irony is that I JUST wrote a blog about being discerning about reading the news….

The Waiting Game

Have you ever gotten an action photo taken? You know the type…you decide you want a picture of yourself in mid-air? Or mid-run? Or mid…whatever? It’s oddly satisfying when you get it just right. There you are, captured in a photo that is paradoxically static… and always in movement. To look upon it conjures a…

The Power of Intimacy

I got a text from a friend, the other day. Actually…now that I think about it…”Friend” is probably not precisely the right word for what he means to me. I don’t think the English language has a word adequate enough to encompass it. Some people reach territory in our heart space that leave us breathless…

What is the Right Amount of News?

I’m a health coach, by trade. I live and breathe the stuff.  When I wake up in the morning, I begin by removing my pink eye mask and my earplugs. That is to say, I sleep like a damned high-maintenance princess.  I roll out of bed and pull up a yoga exercise video. I get…