Monthly Archives: April 2018

Practice, practice, practice

A number of years ago, as a gift for finishing a book tour, i got a ‘style statement’ from danielle laporte. the idea was that she would interview you and select two words as encapsulating the things most important to or expressive about you and you could then use those two words as a rudder in making decisions and staying true to your north star. my style statement was ‘cultured elegance’  which is a nice rudder, I suppose.

During our interview I talked about being extremely, deeply happy on the inside, but having the experience of ‘not quite there.’ i wasn’t able to really bring the happiness to the day-to-day feelings. I remembered my exact sentence for some time, but can’t quite access it right now.

At that time, I had a neighbor who was very intent on becoming my friend. She was trying to convince me I wasn’t truly as happy as i said i was. not a great technique to lure me, lol. but i wasn’t as happy as i said i was, i was far more happy. but, she was right in that i did have a layer of not quite happy I just couldn’t shake.

It wasn’t long after that my body started this new journey, which truly has helped and is helping me break through all the crusty crap that got between the life force in me and its most joyous expression in the world. Physical, emotional, mental and spiritual constructs and beliefs that had gone unnoticed and untended, cultivated with a strange assortment of stressors and unnecessary tension. All kinds of junk. I’ve been diving into it full time for a decade and i still find huge storehouses full to the brim.

i had this great visual in meditation yesterday. i had a visual of a renaissance royal court. and for some reason there’s a guy going around collecting jewelry. So when he comes around, I give him all my thoughts – the necklace of my children, the earrings of my marriage, the bracelets of work and ankle bracelets of spiritual aspirations. And I feel sortof like Mooji’s “leave the backpack of your identity on the rack before you enter”And then, I go into meditation. But thoughts continue to come up, and it’s like a monty python skit, where there is always another little pearl tie-stud, and another ridiculous pocket pin. But I put them in the hat and smile and get on with my meditation. It was fun.

So, a decade or so ago when I was telling danielle laporte that i wanted to bring the happiness i felt into my daily experience, i was spending my free time figuring out what I had to do to be better, to get better, to cultivate becoming what I wanted to become. Now i spend my free time having little fantasy meditations about wholeness and the giddy joy of this very moment being complete in every way. This is a huge upgrade. It doesn’t have to take a decade, though.

We are, at our essence, life itself, living and being. just like everything else. that’s where oneness lay. everything else we think about, all of our individual identities and momentary priorities, are extremely small subplots to the simple fact of life itself moving through time, changing and growing, expressing and receiving. And in the grand procession of life we are utterly influential, ultimately powerful by means of every choice we make. I do still wonder about multiple planes of being where every choice plays out, but then my little noggin gets confused and i find joy thinking about other things. But EXPERIENCING joy, that comes fully from my being able to be in the present moment and recognize it lacks nothing, no matter what some casual observer may easily be able to point out.

you learn something new every day

Today I learned that “Gru” from Despicable Me’s first name is Felonious. And here, I thought it was Gru all these years. Just another drop in the ocean of things I think I know that are in whole or in part wrong. It’s amazing to think how many things fall in that category. We all have hundreds of misunderstandings we don’t even know we have.

Someone like Byron Katie is thrilled to have these erroneous thoughts, because every time something comes up and we open up to it and let the truth change us… a fairy gets her wings or something. Good stuff happens. We can leave it at that. And I can vouch for the advantages. The more I thrill in being wrong so I can accept the new so I can grow and change, the sillier I find the ‘wrongness” and the more I can laugh at myself. And as we all know, laughter was my new year’s resolution.  Just doin’ my job…

Also contributing to increasing laughter is this idea of being with my children without agenda. without my trying to teach them something or give them notes on how they’re currently doing things. notes. ok, maybe i’m just trying to politely say criticism. My kids are still pretty young for this, but unplugging from being the constant assessment machine and trying to mold them in any way is really freeing me up to enjoy them. And maybe even enjoy me a little bit more as well.

i did learn today that i miss wearing a wig from time to time. Wigs are fun and so much easier and more successful than me trying to style my hair.

i also learned that i am getting to old for theme park rides. and theme parks. i think i’ll always be into Disney because they do present an elevated experience of the whole thing, and I will take my children to theme parks while they are still at home and interested in them, but I think i learned today about no longer needing to ride the rides. Especially for a creaky lady, getting banged around just isn’t fun. and to save space they’re doing all of these “sit here while I shake you” rides, and I think I can leave that to the next generation with my best wishes.

I also figured out that i read about 30-40 books per year. I was actually pretty surprised by that. I was certain of a dozen or so, but now I’d say I probably read about a dozen novels, a dozen health books and more than a dozen books on spirituality. Actually, I might read more than that because I also pick up 2-3 books from the library every time i go. And then there are audiobooks, and the books Tucker reads to Jacob in the evenings. See? Once again, just here in this paragraph, I thought I knew something and then learned I was wrong, that I was looking at a fraction of the whole situation. And like has been my practice all day, I will gladly turn in my outdated “knowledge” for a new level of understanding.

today was a very good day

Today was a very good day. It included me realizing ways in which i can be a jerk, which is great because “awareness is the healing agent” so even cringey stuff has it’s purpose if we can embrace it. It also included me spending a lot of time on tai chi and seemingly getting worse, but again, mistakes fuel growth and time in is time in (in that concept of 10,000 hours. oh, man, i hadn’t thought about that in relationship to tai chi before. now i really have to start spending bigger blocks of time because at an hour per day it will take 27 years to get that 10000 hours in. aw, man. this went from a very good day to a kindof depressing day. ok. excuse me while i take a few breaths).

Perhaps it has been a good day because even recognizing an error is auspicious and stopping mid-stream or not repeating it is a boon. i mean, i spend a lot of time talking about evolving, growing, not holding on to poor habits or dysfunctional beliefs, so as things come into view or i get to unwind something it’s meeting my goal even if (maybe especially if) it’s uncomfortable. I get excited to think about who I might be without all of this junk, and wonder if i’ll ever get to live her fully. Each noticing, when met with acknowledgment instead of denial, brings me closer to finding out. It’s good incentive.

Josie just read from some high school social instagram post that her astrological sign, mine, Jake’s and Tucker’s all fall in the “offends people without realizing it” squad. Pretty funny, since that is one of the things I recognized!

Ages ago, by high school for certain, i developed a policy that if you were going to try to offend me, you were going to have to work hard at it. As in, bring down a brick wall. Obviously, this was a defense mechanism from a socially challenged childhood, but I figured people offended or hurt my feeling me without even trying and that just seemed ridiculous. Plus, people are SO OFTEN misunderstood. So it’s a policy I’ve kept in force for many years. I try not to take things personally. I try not to discern what you were “really” saying.  If you’re “really saying x” please, just say “x” and if you don’t yet you expect me to understand “x,” good luck. As a policy, I am taking you at face value. Hence, I miss a lot.

If you have ever met me (with 3 distinct exceptions, to whom I am sorry) you know that if I had any problem with you at all, I’d bring it up first thing. I am not very subtly trying to get some message across. there it is: I am not subtle. I can be pretty delirious, though, and offend people without realizing it at all and with no intention to at all. Oops.

I’m happy to have all of this stuff all up and about so it can be sorted and settled.

i don’t go to church

No generation in recorded history has had as much to contend with as the current living humans. My mother was the first person on her block to have a television or a new car. She had a party-line. She probably also had the same school schedule as the average current student. A few changes for sure, but all within a large and largely unchanging core. The world is changing so fast, and we all have our stories about it.

One of my stories has to do with the Catholic Church. I liked growing up going to Catholic school, though, admittedly many of the nuns were full-on mean, many of the priests were arrogant and condescending, and we had just the parking lot for a playground. The framework gave me a taste for spirituality and relationship to the Divine even if the practices of the church, the school, and the congregants more often were just letting me know I wasn’t quite good enough. I didn’t take that personally because I didn’t see them hold anyone but themselves out as good enough. I learned very early that all of this people taking part in this sacrament lost all unity in the parking lot (which I believe was the kind everyone just pulled into, thereby attaching each car to the next to be able to get out – a plan destined for frustration). Anyhow, I was born a Catholic and that was well-enough. My father was a devout Catholic. He was dedicated to the church. He read the readings during mass every other week. He cared deeply. So, when he was dying in the hospital in Detroit, a place our posh pastor wasn’t too into, he went ignored. We would even have to beg the onsite chaplain to visit him. I lost my interest in the Church during that period. He was a power-user and got absolutely no love when he needed it most. His last rites were performed by a stranger.

So that was basically my separation from the church. But it got deeper. later in life I met a number of women with autoimmune disease, all of whom had a similar upbringing to my own. Catholic. A thick and argumentative parent/child divide, alcohol in a prominent position on the family alter, and emotional availability not being invented yet. By having children, baptizing them and keeping a roof over their heads, parents were meeting the church’s requirements and so felt completely ennobled by their own behavior regardless of how it was affecting their children. I was always surprised when I met people who grew up feeling valued by their parents/siblings. I don’t doubt my parents valued me, but that had very little to do with how our household went down. Our household, for me, was a mine field. Constantly. It blew my mind that people had peaceful homes. I kindof blame Catholicism that I didn’t, although, in retrospect, it may have been even worse without it.

My children have had no official spiritual instruction. There is a lot I regret about that, but like everything, there are benefits, too. They do grow up in a peaceful home, though. Remarkably peaceful. Remarkably supportive. Certainly outside of what I had believed possible prior to meeting my husband. Not Catholic, BTW.

Not sure where this topic came from, today, but there it is…


so much i don’t know

going to Tai Chi is so humbling. I want to know so deeply and I’m working hard to barely scratch the surface. More mentally working hard, though. such a poor habit. i used to worry about japanese many hours per day, but only practice japanese for about a half an hour. I wonder what was up with that. No doubt if i practiced as much as i thought about it, i’d have much madder skillz than i’ve got.

I’m reading a book at the monastery describing one gentleman’s experiences with mystical indian saints exploring deeper realities and all kinds of cool stuff. I feel like my life is so full of stuff I want to know more about, how can i possibly get to that level? Mystical experience is so fantastic to me. part of me knows absolutely that it is the gate to infinite love. part of me thinks its just a weird dream-like apparition, part of me marvels at how deep the truth must be to have such a broad and varied host of expressions and experiences.

One of the nice things about finally finding this word “evolving” to bring into coalition all of the things i’ve cared about and do care about and want to contribute to. i think since love is right in the first 4 letters it literally contains love – it speaks to what is most life-positive, is the way of all of the living things we can witness or learn about – it has us take our place not as some “pinnacle” of “civilization” kind of junk, but as growing, changing beings experiencing life and interacting with it with the power of nature herself.

the best part about ‘evolving’ as the word is that I intrinsically can’t know what evolving leads to – i have no real picture i’m trying to meet. i’m just choosing love, deep breaths, relaxing, responding. Something like “enlightenment” I have probably 500 ideas about. Evolving? Just a trust that it seems to happen in life-positive ways.

I want to experience reverence for everything. i get glimpses, and i am often overlaying reverence because i know what i am seeing is life itself and that’s how i want to respond. but i know that there is a place in me from which reverence rises up naturally (not as an intellectual process but as a choice making itself.) I would imagine that evolving would include that space. in any case, i like the thought.

failure is sweet, too

I’m reading Byron Katie, “A Thousand Names for Joy” which is about the Tao Te Ching, so between inquiry and tai chi, this book is just right for me right now. Byron Katie is an inspiration, in that full, unrelenting bliss really is that possible all the time. And we have so many stories to keep us out of it. But why? Out of it is pain, in it is bliss. Silly humans. Aren’t we adorable?

it is amazing to me how many different paths we can take. i used to be so curious about *really* famous people in *really* obscure disciplines… you’re talking to a world-class <whatever> and have no idea, you’d never know it, no pomp or circumstance. And then there are the very showy people, “Don’t you know who I am?” kind of privilege that even if you’ve no idea who they are they are sucking all of the life out of a room (or filling it. either way.) Everyone really is God in disguise. And we really all are just walking each other home.

Laughter (or, more laughter) has been my new years resolution for three years running, i think. i noticed a lot of laughter today. that was sweet. finally. because i’ve been pretty much failing at getting more laughter into my life these three years, but i’m so happy i’ve kept up with the aspiration. it’s worth waiting for.

i had another long-held belief literally fall off the cart this week. Let’s put it this way, it had to do with my father’s reactions. my father has been dead for 33 years, so amazing i still had this active, right? But these beliefs stay until we inquire, which usually almost immediately resolves it, though it can take a while. Am I contradicting myself? There are worlds inside me (is that a Thoreau paraphrase? i think so).

Evolving as my primary focus is pretty much stacking the deck because we all evolve – ALL OF LIFE EVOLVES sortof like hearts beat – whether we’re in on it or not. and evolving includes all of the other verticals, career, parenting, partnership, community, all of it. So making it my first priority feels like it sortof guarantees it will happen and that it includes any of my former priorities (I feel a little sneaky, like the “wishing for more wishes” clause). I know being an evolving parent will make me the best parent I can be. and the best community-member, and the kindest spouse.  But, when I fail, that’s sweet, too. because I’m not branding myself with my failure. it’s simply something that “was” because evolving is always forward-looking, there’s no holding it against myself. it’s just something that happened. Really, evolving as the top priority is remarkably freeing.


I wish I’d started this online writing habit sooner. I had a hard time transitioning from processing things on paper to processing things, well, essentially on a lot of tiny pieces of paper and corners of envelopes, but the most consistent of my writing practice to be at a keyboard is new, and i actually really like it and my fingers are grateful and it will be easier to edit. I have no interest in even reading my old journals (never really have – except for the 8 nights of Ganesha and our New Year’s Eve reminiscences. Anyhow…

Spirituality, and more specifically spiritual awakening to me defined as experiencing the unity of god-consciousness, more easily understood perhaps as considering everything and acting as if everything is God Herself unfolding before your eyes and heart. That’s the estimable prize, recognizing The Beloved in EVERYTHING, Worshiping Life Itself In This Moment Exactly How It Is. Truly Surrendering in Perfect Trust to the Present Moment and aspiring to let that air breathe through your being in a testament to love. Then life becomes your privilege, you get to be the ambassador of love in every situation you meet. Yes, this is what I want more than anything. What else could I want? To be a good partner or parent, daughter or employee? All those things come with total devotion to Life Itself Unfolding. (I had a lady really say some nice things about me at the monastery gift shop and what fell out of my mouth was, ‘yeah, devotion to god will do that..”

So, yes, this is what I care about to distraction. Evolving. Realizing, Embodying and Expressing Love Itself Everywhere. Do I fall short? sure. all the time, but less and less.

Spirituality has always been in my top 3 concerns.  No question. I really am fascinated by life itself and love and spring and cycles of nature and all this stuff that’s so much bigger than me, that works with remarkable harmony even if speckled with crisis. Contemplating the nature of nature has taken up thousands of hours of my time. And I still understand so little. But that which I understand is so tender and brilliant and remarkable.

My health had been my #1 priority since rhode island. once that had a jump improvement, it became the trip. and probably during the trip spirituality shifted from #2 to #1. And what a trip it’s been. I’m noticing a lot of progress towards more love and greater freedom, more release and openness to new learning. Since evolving is my top priority and this sounds like evolving, I am feeling very much on the right track. I don’t want to get to attached to that, though, because life is constantly shifting, but with spirituality in the driver’s seat, in living and expericing life in service to life itself — cut to I think Benjamin Franklin’s autobiography (penguin classic) and he had this wonderful prayer he would say – and i’d like to go find it but i don’t have it close, and I’ll paraphrase:

Dear Lord, please accept my kind offerings to my fellow man as the only means at my disposal of demonstrating my gratitude to You for all your goodness…

Man, I love that concept. I envision a world where that sentiment (how we treat each other is how we praise God) is obvious.

I should also probably spell out that Life Itself is my most pleasing name for the creative force of the universe, or God, or whatever animates us.

But this post was about momentum, and I am feeling decidely new momentum. Little moments of awakening are shattering now-defunct beliefs (you can’t unlearn how to ride a bike). It makes me wish i started doing this sooner (ha! ties in with the start of this!) because transitions that used to take months and years feel like they’re happening in weeks and maybe that’s true and maybe it’s not. But I’m grateful for the momentum and happy to capture the moment in time (seems like it has a relationship to the word momentum)

Some Things I believe

I believe in Life Itself. I believe that Life is life-positive, because life-negative experiences dissolve into the loam for new life, as evidenced everywhere. in all of nature. So, I believe the universe is friendly. Indeed, I believe the universe loves us, and every bit of itself, ecstatically.

I believe that I was created, that I am being breathed by something much more expansive than the Lisa Johnson nee Sferlazza that’s been walking around thinking about herself for 50 years. It’s much more interesting than that. That we, as expressions of life, were created by something much bigger than us, much more subtle, much more powerful – and that something is responsible for all the fascinating stuff of this planet, of this cosmos, in our bodies and our minds.

I believe we are at a really interesting time in human history.

I believe the best I can hope for is the Prayer of St. Francis. May I be an instrument of Love Itself moving through Life Itself.

Being that instrument is my #1 priority. I don’t always get it right, and I’m often quite a silent instrument, but being that instrument is #1 for me. It is, I think, the highest possible expression of my being and the one I want to give the world. It’s what I want to contribute to evolution. My evolved self is fully and radiantly expressing love. full-time. 24/7/365.

Being is the present moment. Life is this collection of moments in constant change and at once very much the same. Being as an expression of Life is exhibited everywhere, and that being is also always in a state of becoming and a state of having had been something else. Or not. I am here to let life live as me and through me. Life. Living. yes, it moves through this personality, and yes, things come and go, some more endearing than others. But life is moving through. we are growing and evolving and changing even when we don’t notice. We notice how much we’re changing when we’re sitting in stillness.

This is just a start of something I’d like to nurture and make concise and compelling, talking about Life Itself and Love, the Divine and Human Choice and evolution and heaven on earth and prayer without ceasing, out of sheer gratitude. I love it.

i believe every breath counts. every choice counts. every gesture of trust counts.

I believe the yin yang symbol is literal. That we are composed of dynamic forces in ultimate harmony. and as we move in relationship and understanding of those forces, we are in flow. and that’s such a nice place to be. creative, open, assured, curious…

I always know what to do now

It’s been a long time coming, but I finally know what to do. And it’s becoming a habit.

In any given moment, if I am sad or confused or struggling in any way, I now know that the very best thing that I can do – for my health, for my sanity, for my best response in whatever situation I am in – is to take a deep breath. Or five. Or start on a pattern of deep breathing that will be the wind that will sail me through this experience with as much presence, surrender and action (what? aren’t those contradictory? not necessarily) I can muster.

  1. begin the deep breaths
  2. smile
  3. relax the body
  4. notice where the body is holding additional opportunities for release
  5. keep with the breath
  6. remember what I’m here for*
  7. re-relax the body
  8. reconsider the situation from this new and improved state

If the situation still merits concern, worry, or more time before it can be resolved, I like to invoke a mantra. It could be anything – some people use Louise Hay affirmations, bible verses, vedic mantras or buddhist… A couple of my favorites are “there is nothing wrong here” and “i love knowing Life Itself is ever-unfolding and I am part of that.” I also love the Paul Selig “wording” and Byron Katie’s “the work” has been really nice lately.

In any case, it is super exciting that this pattern is revealing itself as a habit. A habit I’ve long wanted to cultivate, but I also had a lot invested in taking things personally. You know, assessing if my any of my definitions of/sense of identity or self was being assaulted in any way, and then getting on with the testy work of defending said construct. Lousy habit. this one is better.

Taking a deep breath is always the best path (unless you’re in some seriously polluted air, which happens a lot, especially in a few Asian cities. But beside from that, the deep breath, the body relaxation, the prayer – that is *virtually always, if not always* the *very best* thing I can bring to a moment. The situation I am in will get the best version of response from me and interaction with me when I am operating from that space. It is simple and free, it demands I recognize that I am enough right now, just as I am, and I can meet whatever it is I am facing. This is the style of living I want to cultivate. And have be my standard operating system, which is hopefully naturally always evolving itself.

Any skill I can then employ, any knowledge I can offer, an contribution I can make is then coming from it’s fullness, not the lack of the situation or the fear of it continuing. Things get much simpler much more quickly, and I am also learning a new way of interacting with my own body (because when I check in my body is almost always in some weird, stressful contortion somewhere or another).

The Ministry of Stillness

Welcome to the Ministry of Stillness. Membership is free. We are available everywhere, pay  a thousand-fold on every deposit, and provide an education that serves every interest. The Ministry is completely unstaffed, as the Ministery resides in the Stillness of the individual heart. With no rules or by-laws, the ministry includes the collection of moments, practices and intentions void of action. It does not require exclusive dominion in the life of it’s members, and indeed enhances the Activities of Life (the counterpoint to the Stillness).

Initiation into the Ministry requires:

1 single, deep, intentional breath.

Much like potato chips, we bet you can’t eat just one. One single, intentional breath each day is a significant and important practice in its own right. It’s good for you body, it’s good for your mind… but it opens a door to the concept of wholeness. of this moment being ok just as it is. Much like with the chips, you *can* eat just one, but why would you?  Once you fully connect to stillness in that 1 breath, which should happen within a month of beginning daily practice, it’s like you saved yourself a bunch of incarnations. you’ve set yourself on a path oself-carere, self compassion, presence, wholeness… it sounds all goody two shoes in concept (or pious or boring or something like that) but it is exciting and dynamic and ever-expressive.

People say you have to sit and meditate for a while to get the benefits, but I sortof feel that reverse-engineering it might be where it is at. Create single-breath experiences that feel so good you can’t help but want to do two. then three. and maybe 5 minutes and maybe 20… Being so in love with the feeling that we can’t help but create room for it. Although making the room for it and sitting is nice, too. Let’s face it, there’re as many ways to meditate as there are experiences of meditation, as well as only one. Life. Is. Dichotemy. except when it isn’t.

But, the Ministry has levels of experience once you decide to join, with corresponding gifts and costs – like bank deposits in the 60’s, where you get a free toaster or coffee maker. Or PBS donations.

Here are some ballpark potentials based on my experience, while of course your mileage may vary:

Believer: Cost: Remembering 1-5 times per day to take a deep breath (or 5. or 20). Benefit: improved digestion, heart health and chemical equilibrium. Improved presence in the daily life.

Apprentice-level. Cost: Intention, Focus and Time (10 min/day). Benefit: all those of previous level plus infusing calm and wholeness into life; the beginnings of peace and wonder

Accepting life as your teacher and the breath as your connection to it, you spend 10 minutes a day in not-doing. Pausing the body and breathing deeply. One minute at a time, 10 all together, whatever. This infuses stability into your experience and gives you an idea of who you might be with  or without all of these plans in your head. what then? who experienced that, and now what? It’s a pretty cool trajectory, outside of the dramas of the personality and into the experience of the person.

Master-level. Cost: 100’s of mini-identities we hold onto for no reason; 20 minutes per day. Benefit: The expansion of the experience of wholeness. The end of trying.

As the focus of life turns from the dramas to the experiencer, this level requires probably about 20 minutes per day. However they occur.

At this level, you get everything from the Apprentice -level benefits package, PLUS the beginning of the disentanglements from all of the bullshit that keeps the space between your ears feeling like a battlefield. Cost is high (doing this work is uncomfortable), but payoff is transformative. Once you address (not even fix!) this stuff, you can’t be enslaved again.

This is the defusing of the triggers that keep you caught in feelings of shame, abandoment, sadness, defensiveness, unrequited desire… all of that stuff. So you can take your breaths and infuse your body with life, as it is right now, loving you, breathing you, wondering where your creativity and love will take us all next. It’s empowered, creative, curious and brave.

FACING THIS STUFF IS HARD, but it can be surprisingly gentle. I STRONGLY SUGGEST ANOTHER HUMAN, LIKE A THERAPIST, IN THE MIX. There are lots of tools, too (off the top of my head, EFT, TheWork of Byron Katie, Radical Forgiveness) but HEALING HAPPENS IN RELATIONSHIP. (this is definitely something that needs its own post, but for now just accept that as worth considering).

I think fear of this process is what keeps most people from wanting to slow down, being willing to experience stillness. (In stillness, all of it exists, but none of the stories about it do, which is disorienting if you’re really stuck in some stories).

I think people think it’s an endless pit and quagmire. It’s not. It’s like a knotted up necklace, or a tangle of thread. Difficult. Requiring patience. False starts. Slow movement. The whole bit. But, with slow and diligent effort it becomes untangled and then there isn’t a tangle there. And that is FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC. It looks like a bottomless pit, but it’s just an oil slick. Slippery, yes, and you might slip and fall on your way through it, but really just a slick, barely a few inches deep. not nearly as scary as it seems.

Integral: Cost: the re-prioritization of your life entirely, towards your own evolution. 30 minutes per day. Benefits: That which you’d been chasing begins presenting itself to you.

Benefit: evolution. Beingness. This is the space i’m exploring, so i can’t speak about it directly, though there are lots of people (thomas hubl comes to mind, with loads of others)

It should also be discussed, the stillness of illness and the categories of membership in that arena. Medically, I sometimes put myself on a 15 minutes of every hour REST and I do quite well, getting a lot done in those 45 without overexerting. and the 15 restful often distills the next best step without really having to think about it. Highly recommend.

More to come