First one at the fence carefully places his thick soled boot onto a lower wire, pressing down. Another person uses two hands to lift the barbed wires above. Tall, short, limber or stiff, we pass through one by one with a minimum of snags. A nearby grove of Mexican oak trees offers the perfect rest spot. The biggest acorns I… Continue reading Bushwhacking in the ‘alto plano’ of central Mexico (part 2)
Our morning began quietly enough. Fill the water bottles, pack up snacks, throw something hot and caffeinated down the gullet, hustle by taxi to the Pemex station. Divvy up into groups (based on destination), climb into awaiting cars, and arrive at the trailhead. Here in central Mexico, a trailhead could be a dirt soccer pitch (with or without players on… Continue reading Bushwhacking in the ‘alto plano’ of central Mexico (part 1)
This nosegay of wildflowers was collected on an evening walk my husband and I took through the local botanical preserve, El Charco del Ingenio. We have had so much rain this year in central Mexico that the flowers and grasses of the high desert are blooming riotously… furiously… abundantly. As we walk along the trails, the scents… Continue reading Rituals of Self-Care: Stepping Into Nature
‘… wild attentiveness everywhere …’ Let today’s practice be that of going beyond simply keeping your eyes open, into an expansion of all your senses. The sky here in the high desert of central Mexico has been light only about an hour and a half, and already my senses have: Felt my limbs sliding through layers of… Continue reading Monday Mantra 09.15.14
Pick up your cell and change your voicemail message to reflect that you will be otherwise engaged for awhile. Let your callers know that if they are having a life or death emergency, they should hang up immediately and call ‘911’ (or your country’s emergency services equivalent). Now, turn your cell phone off, and put… Continue reading nomophobia* + the art of lingering
Today dawned sunny and bright, with birds a-chirping and church bells a-ringing and house cats a-begging for their breakfast. I was the first one up, and began my day by listening once again to the first hour of Douglas Brooks’ lecture series on ‘Mapping the Subtle Body‘. The rising sun matched my elevated mood. In 33 days… Continue reading 33 days! (but who’s counting…)
I went out for a walk with my husband on Monday. After dropping our son at school, we taxied up to one of our favorite settings- el Charco del Ingenio, the botanical garden where we were married. The Dalai Lama has designated this place a ‘Zona de Paz’ (Zone of Peace), one of five in… Continue reading Just another day on sabbatical.