The Words I Used On Silent Day
As I write this I’m in the middle of a week-long writing retreat with my writing mentor for the last fourteen-years. We’re high up in the hills of Topanga Canyon…
The Art of Money Event
The Art of Money • July 8th Friends, please join me for a rousing evening with the vivacious, Bari Tessler author of The Art of Money For anyone who struggles around money and wants more ease, for anyone who feels like they could have a little more fun making,...
Tiptoeing Toward Prayer
Finally you’ve found them, and aren’t they perfect – small, smooth turquoise beads the color of the Mediterranean. You imagine them around your neck, or circling your wrist. You love the way they’ll look on your naturally tan skin. The thing is, they’re not ornamental – they’re not meant to enhance your beauty – you’re supposed to pray with them, just like the hundreds of Tibetan people fingering beads just like these and mumbling prayers as they circle the Boudha stupa each morning
On the Eve of My Ex-Husband’s Second Departure
1. When I was 40-years-old a psychic told me that Mark, my husband of 9-years would leave me, but that he would come back.
2. This wasn’t a total shock because we’d talked about separating a lot over the years and sometimes the idea of not being together sounded good. Sometimes we even joked about it, playing games like “let’s imagine our lives without one another.”
3. It was never mean. We’d talk about the adventures and the new loves we’d have without one another. It helped us blow off steam and bring a little humor to monogamy and the routine of domestic life; our adorable kids, the cooking, the cleaning, the pressure to make a heap of money.