Animal & Nature Mentors

Justice For One, Justice For All

I will admit I feel like I should be blogging about all the social, cultural, racial and biological unrest going on in our world right now.

It is not like it isn't on my mind. Often. Always.

Yet if I allow myself to spend too long soaking up current events, breaking news, stories of horror and grief and rage, I find myself devolving.

Becoming less me. Less human. Less of everything I need to be more of right now.

Not to say I don't understand it. I do. Oh I do.

As much as a white person like me can ever understand a black person's pain, or a homo sapiens like me can ever comprehend the hopelessness of a chimpanzee locked in a laboratory cage watching as the white-coated technician with the syringe heads down the hall in their direction.

Yet again.

This world is full of pain. It is full of inequity. It is full of wrenching questions that may never have adequate least in my lifetime.

Mind, Senses & Silence

Negative Versus Positive Daydreaming: A Little Pandemic Positivity

If there is one fact everyone seems to agree on, it is this: nothing feels certain at any level right now.

At least I know that rings true for me.

I wake up each morning and there are the regular day to-do list tasks that need getting done yet again. I do these every day and scarcely 24 hours goes by before they need to get done all over again.

Then there are the slightly less-regular tasks that are starting to crop back up as things begin to open back up around my city of Houston, TX.

For example, my annual wellness checkups. Suddenly all my doctors want to see me, like they always do right around this time of year. Only this year it feels...weird. After all, I'm well! To the best of my knowledge, there is no reason at all for me to venture into the medical center to be seen, and definitely at a time when the healthcare profession as a whole is overtaxed by COVID cases.

But they just keep calling and I have to figure out how to proceed.

Then there are the longer-term tasks that will or may need doing at some time in the future. I took care of one of them - updating my will - a few weeks ago, paying an exorbitant cash rate to a local notary to provide two witnesses, a signature and a stamp just in case, well, you know.

And then there are the questions. Continue to use Instacart or head back out into the wilds of Sprouts and HEB to forage up my own necessities? Keep ordering overpriced not-quite-necessities online or shop for them as the local stores start to open back up again? Restaurants or take-out? Thrifting or no thrifting? (sob.)

In all of this, something my life coach recently said has remained at the top of my awareness.


Five Reasons We Are More Alike Than Different

I will be honest. I normally shy away from "five reasons...." type posts.

At least when I am the one writing them.

This is mostly because I have an overactive mind and it thinks 20 reasons is a short list.

It is also because these types of posts sometimes feel....clickbaity.

But sometimes, and especially in this super divisive world that surrounds us today, these types of posts are also exactly what we need to bring us back to basics.

We need to remember - to be reminded - to remind ourselves - that the differences are an outside thing. Or at least they can be, if we will let them be.

Many years ago when I was living in India, one of the monks told a story about a gathering called the "lord's club."

In this club, everyone was a lord. And with the status of lord, you normally have people to do everything else. So everyone - all these lords - were so excited to get together and meet and have a gathering of their people. And they all showed up for the first meeting full of anticipation.

Only when they got to the space, it was dark and cold. It was dirty and stinky. There were no refreshments. There was nothing to do. It was a total bust.

The lords couldn't figure out what had gone wrong. It had seemed like such a good idea! But then one of the lords had an idea. He said, "we should make a list of everything required to host a meeting and then each select something to do for each month." 

This energized everyone and they got busy brainstorming all the different needs - lights, heat, sanitation, snacks, a host, speakers, all of it went onto the list. 

Then each lord picked a job to do. The rule was that they could only do one job at a time and they couldn't do the same job two meetings in a row. 

The next time they met, the lights were on and the heat was flowing. The space smelled wonderful and was spic and span. There was a table full of tasty refreshments. The speaker was amazing. Everyone was so happy. What a great club!

They all picked new jobs for the following month. And so on and so forth.

You can probably see where I'm going with this one.

Body Image & Recovery

The Little Seed That Could: A Parable About Success

This year I am about to turn 50.

The way I see it, reaching the half-century mark is a pretty big deal. As such, it is perfectly appropriate to buy yourself lots of presents in the year when this type of big birthday arrives.

One of the big presents I have bought myself so far this year is a 7-week life and business coaching online course.

Honestly, I've never invested this much money in myself, ever, at one time, before this year. But I have made a lot of mistakes in my first 49 years of life and I'd really like to start out my 50th year on some good, solid ground.

Which means it's a darned good thing I started the course eight months before I turn 50. In hindsight, I should have enrolled around age 45. Or perhaps at birth.

My new life coach, Christine Kane, is a few chronological years older than me and about three lifetimes wiser. One of the very first lessons she gave us was about gardening.

Yoga Mentors

How Learning About Chakras Is Helping Me Heal My Gut Pain

The chakras - the seven main energy centers of the body - are not new news to me. I have heard about them, read about them, known about them for years.

But, being the often mental-centric being that I am, they have felt somewhat esoteric, even off-limits, to me.

Like, I can't "see" a chakra. I can't touch it. I can't open up Google Maps and get the directions.

(I mean, I think some people can see and touch chakras, like energy healers who can see auras or sense areas where energy may be concentrated or stuck. But I'm not those people.)

The closest thing I've ever felt to a chakra - until very recently, anyway - came when I was able to visit Sedona, Arizona, several years ago.

There are these places in Sedona - four of them in total - called "vortexes."

The vortexes are said to be areas of concentrated energy. Some are more masculine. Some are more feminine. Some are "combination" vortexes.

Some people don't believe any of this. Some people do believe. Speaking only for myself, I am not sure it matters, as long as (per the Visit Sedona website) you feel better after you visit than you did before you visited.

I did, by the way.

I felt very - nourished - by the beauty, the energy, the obvious devotion of the many visitors, the small human-made rock cairns here there and everywhere, the presence of the young couple posing for their wedding pictures in the nearby cool flowing stream, the serene meditating hikers basking in the sun, the surrounding red rock majesty.

It felt like being in a very concentrated sunbeam.

Body Image & Recovery

The 3Ms of Recovering from Anything

I don't know where I would be in life today without my meditation practice.

I have been meditating since I was 19 - so nearly three decades this year.

That is a lot of "om" time!

And not a second of it has been wasted.

When my mind has wandered, this has given me the opportunity to practice bringing it back. When my mind has grown quiet, this has given me a glimpse of the parts of me that dwell beneath its waves.

During turbulent, uncertain times in life, meditation has reminded me of the link between breath and body and intuition - spirit. During times of peace, meditation has reconnected me to gratitude.

I cannot imagine my daily life without it.

Many of the mentors I most admire share a lot in their work about the connection between attention and outcomes.

"Where attention goes, energy flows" is a phrase I hear frequently.

Meditation allows me to focus my attention on healing, recovering, evolving. When I do this - when I let my energy flow towards these goals - often new intuitive insights emerge.

This is one such insight.

But first let me preface it with a short explanation.

I have a lot of experience with recovering from things.

Recovering from anorexia and bulimia. Recovering from chronic cyclical depression and anxiety. Recovering from codependency. Recovering from low self-esteem. Recovering from loss and heartache. Recovering from thyroid disease. Most recently, recovering from the parting with my longtime love a year ago last month.

With so many recoveries (if you will) now under my belt, you would think I wouldn't feel so daunted when yet another new one pops up into view.


So the other day in meditation, I was attempting to locate some common threads about what has worked for me in past recovery efforts to, well, expedite recovery-related things in the present.

And by focusing my attention in this way, all of a sudden I realized what tied them all together.

In each and all of these recovery journeys, I have used a process I now call the "3 M's:"

Mind, Senses & Silence

Coping With Reverse FOMO in Pandemic Times

Reverse FOMO.

I have it. Or at least, I am trying not to have it.

Or it has me. Or something like that.

What is reverse FOMO? You may have already guessed.

It is fear of missing out on things that (in theory at least) haven't even happened yet.

FOMO, by the way, is fear of missing out. Although you probably already know that part.

I've never had reverse FOMO before, which I have to assume is because I have never lived through a quarantine before.

This quarantine hasn't been going on for very long, either, but it is also uncertain how long it might continue.

And that is plenty enough uncertainty for my nervous mind to take and run with.

Remember those big goals you were working towards just before you learned what the term "coronavirus" means? Might as well forget 'em. Forget 'em all. Because it's never gonna happen.

Happily, I can usually out-reason my mind (or at least find a really great distraction for it) during the daytime when we are both awake. So it has taken to lying in wait until I fall asleep to present its predictions.

Then it uses my dreams to unfurl dire scenarios, or finds a creative way to wake me up (here, I suspect it is often in cahoots with my peanut-sized bladder) to share its fears and concerns with me, frequently in extra-scary and overly-dramatic stage whispers.....

Mind, Senses & Silence

The 3 P’s of Pandemic Life: Patience, Presence, Productivity

I don't know about you, but I've been surprised by how I've been handling pandemic life.

I thought I'd feel calmer.

I thought I'd do it, well, better.

But I'm not calmer and I'm not doing it better at all.

Instead, somehow my mind has been remarkably persistent thus far about trying to translate "stay at home" to mean "put my whole life on hold" and then convince me it is right.

And unfortunately, my mind never shies away from a good argument. It loves to argue! And debate! And get really worked up about things!

If I don't want to debate it during the day when we're both awake, it waits until I fall asleep and then wakes me right back up again. I call this the "debate sneak attack." If it times things just right, my mind can have me gridlocked in a heavyweight debate before I even realize I'm conscious.


But then in the mornings I get it back by meditating. If it interrupts my slumbers, it has to pay a toll. The toll is to suffer through my morning meditation, affirmations and prayers.


Recently I've started - at least when I can remember to do this - using part of my morning meditation time to set an intention for my day. It really helps, although I'm not sure exactly why or how it helps as of yet.

Especially because most of the intentions I set aren't very glamorous. Here is an example: "get out of bed." See?

But some of my intentions have actually been pretty good lately, like the one that I set this morning.

Or rather, it kind of set itself inside of me - an intuitive intention, if you will. While I was meditating, I asked myself what I would most like to see happen today that would be really helpful and this is what popped into my awareness:

Patience. Presence. Productivity.

Good one, right?

So then I settled in to make my mind meditate on these three words and how they might fit into pandemic life and why I need them in my life today. And here is what I learned.

Animal & Nature Mentors

A Pandemic Promise: Welcome Back to the Food Chain of Life

We all learn about something called the "food chain" in biology class.

The way it is taught (or at least the way it was taught to me) is highly intellectual. More virtual-reality than reality-reality, even.

We see a diagram in a textbook of a guppy and then a frog and then a snake and then a fox and so forth and so on...all the way up to so-called apex predators like eagles and lions and sharks.

In all this, only rarely do we ever see a picture of ourselves.

If we are pictured at all, we are right up there at the tippy top, like the candle that is on top of the cake topper that is on top of the icing that is on top of the cake.

We get the message. No hungry predator is going to get us. Ever.


Like, oh look, how nice. See how nature works. Let's study it. Memorize the order that each species gets eaten in. Make an "A" on our next biology test.

We don't feel threatened....not even a little. It isn't intimidating. We might feel a little sorry for the frog on the paper diagram (but not as sorry as we feel for the frog sitting right in front of us on the lab table, belly side up, reeking of formaldehyde).

We aren't afraid for ourselves, is my point. Because the food chain is there for us to learn about them. It isn't for us to learn about us.

Until now.