The streets of Brooklyn were mostly empty. The few brave souls outdoors wore masks, scarves, or bandanas around their faces to keep virus at bay. A sign posted on a lamppost encouraged neighbors to stay connected in spite of the shelter-in-place order, now in its second month. And yet, the flowering trees still bloomed. Their message: your worldly illusions have been shattered, but deep within the earth, it’s business as usual.
During a time of challenge unlike any other that has come before in this lifetime, moments of calm are more important than ever. Please enjoy the links below, intended to bring you to a place of virtual mellow. Stop back from time to time, as the list will surely grow. Feel free to add your favorites in the comments section: MEDITATION IN THE TIME OF CORONAVIRUS: https://jackkornfield.com/compassion-in-the-time-of-coronavirus/ PROGRESSIVE MUSCLE RELAXATION AUDIO: https://www.therapistaid.com/interactive-therapy-tool/progressive-muscle-relaxation-audio WHIMSICAL, CALM EYE CANDY: https://www.mysticmamma.com/readthesigns/ RESPITE FROM COVID […]
I spent 10 days in California earlier this summer. All but one of the following photos were taken on the approximately two-mile stroll from Santa Monica Pier to Venice Beach using a Nikon D3100 fitted with a zoom lens. Dreamy!
On the second day of my period during a marital separation, feeling extra hormonal and mopey, I hopped on a bicycle and passed a scene that could only happen in New York. A scruffy-looking fellow who I probably would have mistaken for homeless except that he was riding an expensive-looking bicycle, was BLASTING Sinead O’Connor’s rendition of “Nothing Compares 2 U,” which—under the circumstances—brought tears to my eyes. I pedaled behind him for a few blocks, listening to the mournful […]
The confluence of two conversations with women I admire led me on a solo half-day sojourn to Mitla, not with a tour group (as I have previously done during these past three weeks in Mexico), but on my own. The first conversation was by text message with a friend, M, whom I haven’t seen in almost three years. Her intuition and connection to spirit has always impressed me, so when she advised that I meditate at the ruins, I made […]
The novelty of my trip wore off two days ago. Don’t get me wrong, this city is awesome and I’m happy to be here. Still, I miss certain comforts of home (but let me make it crystal clear that not ONCE has the NYC subway system been one of them). Too, there are things I have grown to appreciate about Oaxaca: the mountains, for example, or the guy who sells tamales from his bicycle and announces his presence by calling […]
I love it here in the southwestern Mexican state of Oaxaca. The capital, Oaxaca de Juárez, which I have dubbed “ODJ”, makes for the perfect balance between relaxed and urban, and between grounded and sublime. ODJ is an undeniably unique, colorful, and charming city. Inquiring about my travels, my sister recently asked, “So, is this the real Mexico, or are there lots of Americans there?” I answered, “Both.” And for the next four weeks, I am fortunate to be among them.
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