Sunday at hOMe

Sunday at hOMe

I don’t take enough pictures. I record life in words, mostly posts about my inner life on soul fabric, Medium and in my journal. I need to; it’s therapy. But I love photography and often forget that pictures tell stories too. Sometimes they tell better stories than words. I was looking through a book I bought M for photo ideas. Starting today my goal is take at least one picture every single day (and hopefully post it here!) This was my day today. Quiet, mundane, cozy,...
Maddie’s 18th B’Day Trip to California

Maddie’s 18th B’Day Trip to California

Day One: Cincinnati OH to Los Angeles CA … explored Beverly Hills, Hollywood overlook (to see the city and best view of the sign), Hollywood, Bel Air, El Segundo Day Two: From LA we drove north then West to Highway 1 about an hour south of Big Sur. Explored Big Sur, Carmel by the Sea, Monterrey, Santa Cruz then drove on to San Francisco Day Three: Explored San Francisco, landed in Sausalito for the evening then stayed in Oakland Day Four: UC Berkeley and back down south … Malibu, Santa Monica, Venice Beach, Marina Del Rey, Inglewood Day Five: LAX to...
Compartmentalizing Life

Compartmentalizing Life

For the last decade I’ve compartmentalized life. I was this and I was that. I did this and I did that. During my yoga teaching years, I led a double life. No, I wasn’t a spy and I didn’t cheat on my husband. I was a yoga teacher and I was also a digital media professional. The two ‘lives’ required very different skills. Constantly exercising right brain-left brain interchange was exhausting; I only hope it kept my mind young and pliable. Now that I’m rarely teaching, life feels settled. There is less ‘reporter by day, superhero by night,’ except with respect to writing. I write for work. I write for self. I write for others. Yet everything that comes out is all me. It’s a culmination of my thoughts, feelings, knowledge and life experience. These days, I simply identify as a writer. It’s what I’ve always done. It’s who I’ve always been. Yet I continue to cling to the yoga teacher title. Am I upholding some grandiose sense of self importance? Do I feel that title sets me apart? I haven’t taught in over a year and I don’t plan to anytime soon. My teaching is through writing, and I’m rarely writing about yoga. It’s part of me. It’s a lens in which I view the world, but there is so much more. I am human and I write about being human. I have more questions than answers. I am recognizing that this label doesn’t help me become more human. I am recognizing that labels divide and categorize, and while they can be useful, they can also cause detriment. With all...