
Something amazing happened to me the other day, mind blowing, wonderful kind of amazing. I was finishing my yoga practice with a meditation before shavasana, something I don’t normally incorporate for reasons of time and laziness.
Anyway, as I was sitting there, listening to Shiva’s kind voice, I felt my body moving, only I didn’t feel like I was the one doing it. It was just happening, smooth and effortless, a birch branch slowly oscillating in the breeze. As I continued to move, I had this sensation of fullness, effervescence. I could no longer tell where my body ended and the rest of the universe began. In my closed eyes, I could see and feel billions of tiny bubbles of light pulsing and emanating to and from what I can only guess was the essence of all being: me, you, the sun, moon, and stars.
As you might imagine, it was exhilarating. It brought me the greatest sense of joy, peace, and wonder, and the moment I became fully conscious of what was happening, I wanted it to continue, to watch where it might take me, but, of course, in this same moment, I made the connection back to my thinking mind, and it was over, leaving me with tiny traces of its perfection.
Thinking about it now, I feel a bit empty but in the most positive way. Empty of pain, worry, suffering, and full of hope at the possibility of my life and our world. Now I am sharing it with you.
Namaste…


A sense of humor is very important. Take this photo for instance. I know that I don’t actually look glamorous, but I can pretend that I do, even in this get-up. Get-up, now that’s an expression I’ve never typed before. It looks a little funny. Anyway, I call it my John Travolta outfit. It reminds me of the white suit he wore in Saturday Night Fever, minus the mud stained bottom and paint drips, of course.
When Martin Luther King, Jr. died on April 4th 1968, I was three years from being born. As a white girl, living in a predominantly white neighborhood, I would only be scarcely aware of his existence until I bought my favorite U2 album The Unforgettable Fire in 1984. Despite this pathetic history, he is ever present in my life now, providing me with a shining example of goodness, bravery, intelligence, and wisdom.
In January, after one of my quarterly trips Buffalo Exchange to sell and donate clothes, I had an epiphany. If I “am” my possessions, why am I constantly getting rid of them?



















