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The world is ending. The world has always been ending. For as long as humanity has had creation myths, we’ve also had destruction myths. Old wine in a new skin, enter the destruction myth du jour. The End Times as we know them; the Apocalypse. “An Apocalypse (Greek; “lifting of the veil” or “revelation”) is a Continue reading Apocalypse Now…and Now…and Now…and Now This is the beginning there will come a time Continue reading For my love, on his 45th birthday Yesterday I had a first appointment with a new psych doc. Never something I look forward to, but just like the search for a good care-provider of any type – massage therapist, chiropractor, general practitioner, gynecologist – sometimes finding Doctor Right takes some time. As with ending any relationship – getting fired from a job, losing Continue reading Finding Dr. Right (Wanna play yoga with us? Join our Community Yoga Experience – yoga everyday, from now until the autumnal equinox – Sept. 23.) Physical exercise for me, from asana yoga, to running, to Pilates, to dancing, is not an optional part of my self-care. Yet I still act sometimes like it is. And end up back in Continue reading Exercise is Not Optional I didn’t write my 800 words yesterday. It wasn’t a case of too few ideas, but too many. So many possible things to write about, and so much to write about them. On the other hand, it was a desire for a royal flush in the writing department. After a number of articles that have struck Continue reading On Writer’s Block – From a Writer to her Reader Teaching Our Children About Sex. (Reprinted from elephant journal, June 19, 2010.) As a child of the ‘70s, and more-over, a child of the counter-culture, I can say there is such a thing as too much permissiveness. However, sexual positivity and sexual permissiveness are not by nature the same thing. Conscious parenting has many focuses and aspects. But Continue reading Sex Positive Parenting A while back my ten-year-old kid came home from school and said, “Mom, is the world really going to end in 2012?” This moment was one I hadn’t even known I had a secret dread of. I was raised as part of the Back-to-the-Land movement. If you weren’t there, you probably don’t know that a big chunk Continue reading To Hell With Chicken Little! I know very few peers who were raised by both parents. I have very many peers whose fathers were at best absent, and at worst abusive. Though really, abandonment leaves scars nearly as readily as any other kind of abuse does. Most of us lived through our parent’s divorces as kids. Divorce is as prevalent as Continue reading A New Generation of Fathers – A Shout-Out to the New Dad For the first day in this 21 day experiment, I am not feeling overly inspired to write. As another writer taking part in the experiment asked this morning, “where do I start?” I answered; “Start where you are! Trite, but still good advice. ” And here I am. Stuck. Over the past few days I have Continue reading Breathing for the Liberation of All Beings Polyamory (from Greek πολυ [poly, meaning many or several] and Latin amor [love]) is the practice, desire, or acceptance of having more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved. Love is God, God is love, both are the same, and as God, love is limitless. This Continue reading Confessions of a Bad Polyamorist Today I start with frustration. It’s not the topic I want to write about. I am dead-tired of self-introspective, self-indulgent, self-aggrandizing writing, yet here I am today, finding my self starting with my own self-indulgent expression of dissatisfaction. Yesterday at therapy my (very awesome) therapist and I were talking about summer break. About how it’s easy Continue reading Learning to be Human Dilemmas of a Householder There was a time in my life where I so strongly desired to be in perfect Presence all the time that my desire for Presence became the greatest pain I had ever felt. I sought absolute ego death; annihilation of self into Self, the surrender of “I” into that which is greater than Continue reading The Devotion of Presence, The Presence of Devotion God was, literally, talking to me. It (my gender-neutral pronoun – I just can’t say He!) was waking me from my dreams every night. It was giving me clear directives. It was telling me how to live my life, what to do, and how to do it. When I wasn’t awakened by The Voice, it found Continue reading Fearless in the Face of God – my journey to the Holy Land, part I The Arab cawe (coffee) is thick and bitter-sweet. Dark and steaming, I take a sip, sitting in the square in Bethlehem. I love this square. The vast expanse of worn marble in front of the church, the seats of carved stone. When seated in front of the church, you see a mosque at the other end. Continue reading Arab Cawe (Today’s 21*5*800 post is harder to publish without serious revision. It’s deeply personal, and intimate, and may not make sense. None of those are things I love to publish without serious work, serious thought, and serious introspection.. But yesterday Bindu suggested we write on fear, so here it is. Raw and wild, as fear often Continue reading 21*5*800 – Day 5 – The Stability of Fear Today you will have to go over to elephant journal and read The Presence of Devotion, The Devotion of Presence for my 800 words. I feel slightly like I cheated today, though I probably wrote (and unwrote) 800 words anyway. Somehow editing doesn’t seem to count as writing for me, which is silly, since as you Continue reading 21*5*800, Day 4 – The Presence of Devotion, The Devotion of Presence Here is today’s writing. It’s become the basis for my weekly column at elephant journal. Tomorrow I’ll post the edited version, titled The Presence of Devotion – Dilemas of a Householder II, at ele. But in the spirit of my commitment to post my writing for this experiment daily (or mostly daily), here is the Continue reading 21*5*800 Day 3-There is a balance between dreaming and living (Read about the 21*5*800 challenge here.) Continue reading 21*5*800, Day 2: This is how the world ends… (Read about the 21*5*800 challenge here.) Practice is called practice for a reason. We never reach the end of it. There is no end point to practice. When we apply the word practice to spiritual pursuit, it can tend to gain some onerous weight, like there’s some goal to be reached. Some final gate to walk through. Continue reading 21*5*800, Day 1 – Practice Makes Presence |
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