I turned on the news this morning for the first time in years because a friend has a sister New Zealand. I got to see many things waiting for the update: the massacre in Libya, the faces of the mercenaries who –I was informed- are shooting people right and left for 2000 Euros a day, pictures of the landslide in Christchurch under which there is no hope of finding anyone alive, and a report on the continuing slaughter of seals in Canada with graphic pictures of their attempts to escape the bludgeoning. Continue reading
Month: February 2011
MY BODY IS NOT MY BUSINESS(1)
For Conchita
During a workshop some years ago a woman in her mid forties seemed distracted until I said, in answer to a question posed by another participant, that today we are faced with the belief that we ‘cause’ all our illnesses, that dis-ease is something we ‘do’ to ourselves. Continue reading
WHO WOULD YOU BE?
Who would you be if you could not think the thought “I am unhappy” ever again? How would you live your life if you could no longer believe that lie? What would your life be like if you knew you could never be unhappy ever again? (Mark Andrew Frey, Facebook)
There are mornings when it is good to remember that without a thought there is no such thing as “unhappiness”. Continue reading
THE YEAR I VOTED FOR PRESIDENT or WHY I STOPPED READING THE NEWSPAPER
I am having a very difficult time in my French conversation class and it is not so much because I don’t speak French that well, but rather because frequently the conversation turns to politics and/or news items. I am not up on either. Continue reading
HE-LLOOO?
You don’t have to be awesome.
You aren’t being asked for that.
You don’t have to be flawless.
You don’t have to hide your imperfections.
You don’t have to do a better job than anyone else.
You don’t have to solve every problem. Continue reading
HANDS
I fell into fascination with hands from a very young age, five or six or perhaps before. I fell in love with my father’s hands first. I liked the way they were brown with the sun and rough from the work he did on the land weekends. Continue reading
THE MIND
I was walking through my living room one day about eight years ago and I suddenly noticed that my mind was still. That was all. I noticed. This was not a small thing: my mind had never been quiet before. Continue reading
TWO MONTHS
Two months ago today I drove to Salies to make my home here. Sixty two days. In those nine weeks I have furnished my small apartment, made new friends, established a routine, Continue reading
Writing a life 