In the mornings, I meditate in my bedroom—actually I meditate in my bedroom closet. There is just enough room on the floor between my dresses, blouses, and hiking boots, to roll out my yoga mat, sit cross-legged on my meditation pillow and close my eyes. This morning there was a dog. A real dog outside my window, not a dog in my imagination.
It’s been a rough year for a climate warrior. Every day, something new to set us back. So many steps backward that I’ve gone into a surreal denial, shuttling the bad news to some dark corner of my psyche.
Driving through Beverly Hills yesterday, a large metal sculpture on the median strip caught my eye. From several blocks away, it looked to be a perfect red circle mounted against a white backdrop.
The book proposal is done!!! I printed out all sixty-one pages just so I could fawn over it. Pick it up, cradle it in my hands, wistfully thumb through the pages and think about how many times I reworked a particular sentence.
This guest post written by Kristy Turner originally appeared on February 7, 2017 on Keepin’ It Kind. Text and graphic re-posted here with generous permission. This dark and, frankly, very terrifying moment in US history has lit a fire inside many people that normally don’t get very political. I’m one of those people. I’ve always […]