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    Seems like everyone is in Recovery from something. But this magical mystery tour is really all about

    letting go, releasing, and UNcovering who we truly are.

    2019年5月6日 · 1
    In case you missed the memo, Kundalini Yoga is my chosen vehicle for total transformation: body,...
    2018年8月24日
    In my first Hatha Yoga class back in the day—way back in the day—the instructor was bent on...
    2018年7月24日
    At last, the gentle tribe safe enough to invite into my blanket fort for whispered secrets—and...
    2018年7月15日 · 1
    My Airbnb host Kaira (who speaks Farsi and several other languages) messaged back that the entire...
    Australia invites folks to go alcohol-free during the month of July for a great cause: Dry July...
    2017年12月26日
      Most of have experienced that utterly terrifying dream of being suddenly and inexplicably naked...
    2017年12月20日
    Off for a weekend getaway in Prescott, where rednecks, Harley riders, cowboys, visitors and...
    2017年12月15日
    Decades have come and gone since the days when policemen sent me off with a simple warning....
    2017年12月11日
    Buying the entire series of pops symphony tickets is a two-edged sword: The good news is having...
    2017年12月7日
    We were late for the symphony—as in 42 minutes remaining for a 45-minute drive downtown, not to...
    2017年12月4日
    Dining out with my friends Sue and Joe always meant a night of live entertainment. Joe shares the...
    2017年11月28日
    It was August of 1976 when my brother introduced me to his 19-year-old girlfriend. The moment we...
    Lots of folks seem fired up about ending the stigma and/or shame of being in recovery, but I...
    2017年6月27日 · 3
    And I was so jazzed for school to start! Okay, so for me, this first week of "the thing that...
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  • “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with

    your one wild and precious life?”

    -Mary OliveR

  • The voice behind the blog

    I've been called a free spirit,

    a piece of work, a living cartoon, clean freak, space cadet, earth angel, dizzy bitch and the Queen of Shit. All said by people who love me—the last one footnoted as “not in that moment.” Thanks to eight years of parochial school, I have a Master’s in Guilt and a Ph.D. in Shame. The word Self was always followed by "ish" and never by the word "care." Yet there’s more.

     

    The cultural collective and my beloved mother made sure I was a Co-Dependent Black Belt with a raging people-pleasing addiction. Maybe that’s like saying you’re from California and also from Los Angeles.

    My first attempt to break away from the past was radical rebellion,

    a tack that generated colorful stories but no forward motion toward health, wholeness and peace. Anything headed in the wrong direction at 100 mph eventually crashes, at which point I realized the past still had me by the short hairs. And that’s where the spiritual path began, the long and winding road back to Me.

     

    Not long ago I decided to apply for TSA Pre early boarding status. When I told my husband they wanted certified legal documents of every name change, he lowered his head, looked over his glasses and said dryly, “Well my dear, for you that’s been quite the journey. You even made one up along the way.” Indeed, it has been quite the journey. And now it’s time to start sharing the stories.

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