“Think of yourself in a cosmic context,” someone once suggested. It seemed like easier advice to take when I was out and about. In quarantine, sure, I go for daily walks and enjoy the fresh Brooklyn air. (An oxymoron, right? But it actually IS fresh, since carbon emissions have fallen since mid-March.) Meanwhile, I haven’t been across the river to Manhattan in about 5 weeks, although it feels like ages. I miss the window-shopping, the people-watching, the stunning skyscraper views. […]
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/ CURATED LIST OF CORONAVIRUS MEDITATIONS: https://www.tenpercent.com/coronavirussanitymeds PROGRESSIVE MUSCLE RELAXATION AUDIO: https://www.therapistaid.com/interactive-therapy-tool/progressive-muscle-relaxation-audio MINDFUL BREATHING […]
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 […]