Episodios

  • 100 Feathers in My Cap (100)

    100 Feathers in My Cap (100)
    May 11 2024
    Excerpt: "This was truly a project to discover my limits, determine whether or not I am really a writer and speaker and photographer, to determine whether or not I am a creative. I am! And in the process I have watched as this project has helped create the foundation of something that is rising from the beauty of ashes, following a familiar story line of being broken down and reshaped to be a more open, expansive, wise, beautiful, loving vessel…over and over and over."
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    5 m
  • Stepping on Worms (99)

    Stepping on Worms (99)
    May 10 2024
    Excerpt: “ Each morning, I carve out time for a walk in the Boise foothills between morning routines with our kids and work. Over the past couple of years, I have walked these trails almost every day. It’s a ritual. And one I look forward to and bask in while performing it.”
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    5 m
  • In Between Places (98)

    In Between Places (98)
    May 9 2024
    Excerpt: "The thing about bridges is that they are in between places."
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    2 m
  • Three Drinks (97)

    Three Drinks (97)
    May 8 2024
    She drinks to remember that she is not the job she is doing.
    That she is not just the job she is doing.
    Near the bottom of each bottle, she finds possibilities and promise.
    She drinks a little more to remember that it’s okay.
    And a bit more to remember that it will be okay.
    That the way it looks right now is not the way it really is or was or will be.
    A drink or three free her from the boundaries of her mind.
    Tomorrow, it will take a little more to remember a little less.
    Perhaps there is another way.

    He scrolls mindlessly to remember that he is not the job he is doing.
    That he is not just the job he is doing.
    Story after story, reel after reel, he finds possibilities and promise.
    He scrolls a little more to remember that it’s okay.
    And a bit more to remember that it will be okay.
    That the way it looks right now is not the way it really is or was or will be.
    An hour or three free him from the boundaries of his mind.
    Tomorrow, it will take a little more to remember a little less.
    Perhaps there is another way.

    They consume to remember that they are not the lives they are living.
    That they are not just the lives they are living.
    Near the end of their savings, they find possibilities and promise.
    They travel a little more to remember that it’s okay.
    They eat a bit more to remember that it will be okay.
    That the way it looks right now is not the way it really is or was or will be.
    More and more frees them from the boundaries of their mind.
    Tomorrow, it will take a little more to remember a little less.
    Perhaps there is another way.

    She studies. He exercises. They socialize.

    She bikes. He boats. They ski.

    She does this. He does that. They do this and that.

    More and more.

    Each day, it takes a little more to remember a little less.

    Perhaps there is a better way.

    Peace

    Photo: Payette Lake, 6.1.22
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    3 m
  • Power of Being (96)

    Power of Being (96)
    May 7 2024
    Excerpt: "Now that I am steadily advancing with my easing-into-vocational-life plan, I am finding interesting fears showing up here and there."
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    6 m
  • Finding Words (95)

    Finding Words (95)
    May 6 2024
    Excerpt: "In no time, what looked like a barren landscape, what looked like the same thing for mile after mile, what looked uninhabited and uninteresting, changes almost instantly the moment you hear your footsteps on the ground, feel the the wind whirring about you, and find your eyes lose their focus while the whole body and mind get swept up into something so grand and old and mysterious that there isn’t anything happening anywhere else."
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    3 m
  • Unoccupied Space (94)

    Unoccupied Space (94)
    May 5 2024
    I find comfort in routine and consistency even if I also love spontaneity and following the winds of intuition. As I finish my teaching assignments before the summer break, I’m finding myself wanting to fill up the blank spaces and places in my days that for the past 9 months have been filled with vibrant interactions with groups of students in whom I delight and have grown to love.

    There’s a rather large hole and, as I said, I think I’m tempted to fill it up rather than take time to feel what the space is like when not occupied.

    Wow. Yeah. There is something deep in those words that just called out to me as they found their way into my awareness.

    Take time to feel what the space is like when not occupied.

    Yeah.

    Even though I’ve been wanting to fill the hole - the previously occupied but now unoccupied space - with stuff, with the next thing, with plans for summer and the fall semester, with activity, I am encouraging myself to just let it be for awhile.

    To let it be and honor what I - what we as a community of learners and practitioners - just experienced.

    Perhaps stating it as an intention is important:

    I take time to feel what the space is like when not occupied.

    I like that. It resonates and it also flushes out its opposite.

    I don’t have words for any of this incredible teaching and learning journey, really. I’m still reading Finals and journals and finding myself awestruck and thankful and humbled. Over and over and over.

    With each Final that I click on, with each student’s name, I pause and let it soak in that this is the last piece of their writing that I will experience and respond to for awhile, if ever again.

    I treasure what I get to learn from them and what I have learned on the short but transformational journey we have been on together.

    “Wow” is the word that keeps finding its way up from my heart and out my mouth.

    Wow.

    I am in awe.

    Over these past 9 months, I rode my bike along the Boise River on my way to class and each day I would always find a spot to coast, close my eyes, stretch out my arms and hands, open my heart, and feel the air and the sensation of gliding along effortlessly. Immense gratitude filled my whole being as I thought about the long days and nights and years when we weren’t sure what part of vocational life I would be able to engage in with any sort of consistency.

    The beauty has come from the ashes.

    The beauty is coming from the ashes.

    The beauty has come from what is no longer there, from the space that the fire created.

    A clearing.

    Space to be.

    Space to be together.

    Wow.

    Peace
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    4 m
  • The Grace to Be (93)

    The Grace to Be (93)
    May 4 2024
    Some days it’s I’ve got it all together.
    Other days it’s more trying to hold onto and pick up what’s falling apart.
    Some days feel easy and clear.
    Other days feel uphill and cloudy.

    And it’s not just days.

    Some parts of days are this.
    Other parts of days are that.
    Some parts of days are calm and warm.
    Other parts of days are windy and cold.

    And it’s not just parts of days.

    Some times of days are this.
    Other times of days are that.
    Some times of days are vibrant and optimistic.
    Other times of days are lethargic and questioning.

    Some days and parts of days and times of days are this.
    Other days and parts of days and times of days are that.
    Some days and parts of days and times of days are rising.
    Other days and parts of days and times of days are falling.

    You don’t really know what you’re going to get.
    You don’t really know what is going to show up.
    You don’t really know how it’s all going to come and go.
    You don’t really know.

    When you know that.
    When you know that you don’t really know what’s coming and going,

    That is when you know.
    This is when you know.
    Now is when you know.
    Now is when you know the grace to be.
    Now is the grace to be.
    Only now is the grace to be.
    Always now is the grace to be.
    The grace to be.
    The grace to be.

    Now is the grace to be.

    Peace

    Photo: Boise Foothills, 10.17.22
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    3 m