You know retreats rule. (At least, I hope you do. If not, trust me on this one.) They put the sparkle back in the diamonds on the souls of your shoes (sorry, been listening to a lot of Paul Simon lately). They give you a path back to the spring that burbles at the heart [...]

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I adore the movie “Frida.” I saw it for the first times a few weeks ago. It was like being in her head. While on acid. Which was probably what it was like to be in her head a lot of the time. It also made me jump up and down on the couch like [...]

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A sometimes Wednesday happening in which I dissolve posting flummoxia by posting a a jambalaya, a comfort basket, a wiry fankle (a Scottish word that means a tangle or a state of confusion), a bit of this and tad of that. Wiry Fankle #1 The beauty of vacations. I talk a lot about the beauty of retreats (we’ll be [...]

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