(The short story: I’m seeking a new place to live in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and I’m open to what options might be out there. If I come to mind for any opportunities, please let me know.) There’s a story that I like to tell people: That five years ago, I was so sick I… Read More I need a place to live, is it true?
Today I am delighted to announce that going forward, I will be offering my services as a Certified Facilitator in The Work of Byron Katie based on the principles of Gift Ecology. The Work of Byron Katie is a gift that came into my life exactly when I needed it, it was a gift I… Read More The Gift of The Work
I was engaged with my phone. I was wanting something, needing something. Oblivious to where I was – sitting outside in the backyard on a warm February evening, fruit trees, gentle breezes. There was only the pain held on the screen in front of me. And then I heard the drums, and I felt a… Read More The Beat
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