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My dear friend, the lovely woman who has so generously opened her home to me since April, has had a very positive and welcome shift in her life and it has become clear that it is time for me to move on. I’ll be in Salem through November, then spend some time with family for… Read More What’s next for the nomad, and Ho’oponopono
As I have made The Work a daily practice, I have noticed that different thoughts run through me in different ways. When The Work first found me, I only noticed one way: the kind of thought that had me flattened to my bed, barely able to move, in screaming pain. That was the only kind… Read More Flavors of thoughts and worlds on fire
It is a beautiful, sunny day. I am in the car on the bridge between Salem and Beverly. There is traffic. My windows are open. There is music coming from my car, from other cars. I hear a friendly voice. “Hi!” it says. I look over and there’s a little boy looking at me from… Read More Why is your car red?
Last night Byron Katie was in Boston on tour for her new book co-written with her husband Stephen Mitchell, A Mind at Home with Itself. I volunteered to serve as staff for the event. I didn’t hear anything back, and so I thought – bummer. And then it came to me to invite… Read More Katie and Abby
In a few days, I am getting on a plane and headed back to Salem, Massachusetts. Back to the land where I have friends, family, and a deeply embedded history and sense of identity. Back to what I once thought I knew. I’m not the one who left on this trip back in July. I… Read More Breaking down, breaking out
On this beautiful trip, I have some wonderful companions- Margie, Paul, the dogs, the people I meet. I also have another very frequent companion in my travels: loneliness. I see how many places in my life I’ve hidden from loneliness, run away from it, distracted myself so I wouldn’t have to meet it. Traveling is… Read More Loneliness
About a week ago, I received an email from a man, cutting me out of his life. It was the night of the full moon and partial lunar eclipse. As I sat there reading his scathing words, I was sitting on a porch, on a porch swing, on Vashon Island, overlooking Puget Sound. The… Read More Loss
Well, Portland happened. It was beautiful. In the house where we were staying, I had a basement room – perfect. Lately, I feel like a teenager, testing my independence, testing which stories about me hold – and still needing so much support and assurance of safety. Needing unconditional love while I vacillate wildly between exhilaration… Read More Exhilaration and tantrums
The dream has been situated in Portland for nearly a month now. There’s a shift that’s happening, a new story appearing, called, “our time here is coming to a close.” There’s an excitement and sweetness about it. People have asked me some very tricky questions about my experience here. They ask, “What have you been… Read More Beauty inside and out, and a six block love affair