I’m on my way with Foro to a yoga teacher training in Alicante. It starts Monday. I left early because I needed to take trains, and more importantly needed to make connections in France, and in the past that hasn’t always worked out so well. The result is that I’ve just spent a truly wonderful... Continue Reading →
Hell Hath No Fury
I haven't written anything since the bivouac. A night out on the side of a mountain has a price for people our age. I'm 54 and my partner 61, and it's not an easy thing to do and recuperate from. We were tired. We were cranky. We needed time. There were some other effects, too.... Continue Reading →
The Bionic Woman
I used to love that show. And Wonder Woman. And I loved the movie of Tank Girl. And I succumbed to a Ruth Bader Ginsburg action figure. The doll doesn't have many movable parts for an action figure, but since RBG is pushing her late eighties, I think it's probably quite realistic. I like strong... Continue Reading →
Zen and cows
I dream of elephants and hippos when I'm happy. I guess for me pachyderms are synonymous with joy, or maybe it's just that they're big, and when I'm happy I think of big things. They're not huggable. They're dangerous, in real life, but when I'm happy, I dream of living with a small elephant, and... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 