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Occasion 1Time: Last week, on the last official day of the craft school’s summer session.Location: The porch of the Dye Shed on the craft school campusView: Open fields atop Conley Ridge, llamas [...]

I’ve been getting closer to taking that step into the meditation hut (next to the house). I still haven’t entered the shrine room, but the desire has been there twice in the past two days. [...]

Here is what I am learning: At the end of the day I come home and eithera) want to write, read, and edit until 2am (80% of the time).b) want to exercise (10% of the time if it’s not already a [...]

It’s the meditation, or the lack thereof, that’s killing my perspective. I used to be able to let things roll off my back. Angry people, rude people, tired people, suffering people—all of them, I [...]

Did you hear him say it? Did you hear Barak Obama say he would “recruit an army of new teachers?” He said many more moving things tonight, but that phrase—that word, army—says it all. It marks [...]

Finally, I had my two days off and wasn’t SICK! So I… ..,put in over 10 hours on the arts writer’s grant and have a first draft complete. It’s a lot of work justifying $33,000! I also critiqued [...]

[While it is redundant to say this, I’m going to anyway: This writing and, in particular, this project and the posts regarding this project are copyrighted, and protected, in some cases, under [...]

The great thing about grant applications is that they make you cut to the chase. In working on the most important grant application of my life this week, the Arts Writers Grant Project, I [...]

Sarah (that’s my teacher friend and our new white belt) walked into the dojo this morning at 10:59 a.m. and just barely made it onto the mat in time to bow in. Of course, Lis, Jeff, Nate, and [...]

Oh my god. Today I saw a line on my arm. Not a chiseled line. Not a firm line. Not even a long line. But for reals – a bon a fide line of muscle, dimpling the skin at the very back of my upper [...]