Take me away

The irony didn’t escape me that my Buddhist meditation class tonight featured a vibrating cellphone somewhere in the room and that the fact that I noticed it means my concentration wasn’t exactly sparkling. But I have to say, the owner of that phone is...

Internal fireworks

Some of the best moments of this holiday weekend have been contemplative, some in solitude and some with kindred spirits. The ideal setting, one might say, for ideas and visions to show themselves more clearly. I treasure those.

Practice makes a practice

It seems my Monday night Buddhist meditation classes have spawned a daily — well, almost daily — meditation practice in my life. Before class tonight my teacher, Kelsang Tsoglam, laughed when I shared my recent revelation that cultivating a practice...

A real shift

Late last week I made a list of all the things I was not doing in my life because I was making a decision from a place of lack rather than abundance. To be fair to myself, most of my decisions are made from that “glass half full” place, but I knew there...

Ordinary and extraordinary

I began my day reading the final chapter in Martha Beck’s Steering by Starlight. It was a warm, delightful ending to an illuminating book, both from my perspective as a life coach and as a person living her best life. This part made me smile big:...

Still steering

Happily dug into chapters 7 and 8 in Martha Beck’s Steering by Starlight while on a train ride today. In the beginning of chapter 8, she quotes the poet Mary Oliver — “All my life I was a bride married to amazement.” At the end of the chapter,...