Author Archives: roadside yogi

Spatially inconsistent has been the feeling and action of late.  Someone you don’t want proxy with gets a smidget too close; someone you do want in the personal zone, is farrrrrr awayyyyyyyyy.   And then recently, I had my first intentional embrace after months without… There wasn’t a crescendo of fireworks, nor immediate calls toContinue reading “embracing the embrace”

I watched two city blocks of protesters peacefully march in front of my house last night. They were followed by 30+ police vehicles. I lost count after I hit 31 and there was still a block or two more of flashing lights up the street. The scale seems weighted. Many have known this for aContinue reading “imbalance”

Sometimes you just need help And it’s okay to ask.   I’m still learning this in my adulthood. It’s a difficult skill to practice when you think you are betraying your self-sufficient identity. The simple reminder that it’s just help…. helps. It isn’t rules or regulations or a manifesto to sign with your blood. It’s justContinue reading “fun fact: help”

What to do without the TO DO list.  The $64K question. I wanna check, highlight, permanent marker strike-thru. But there is no more to do when there is no clarity on what progress can/should be. So I’ll stay in this fantasy land of planning a future with someone that I don’t know. There’s a pictureContinue reading “that plan, tho”

We’ve had so much time to sit with our demons.  So much time to feel the feels, to be grateful for our health (if we are lucky enough to have it).  Time to ponder… and maybe we’ve gained some of that elusive perspective that is typically hiding somewhere in the back corner of grocery storeContinue reading “insight”

The want to attach myself to something. My inner parasite, longing for a host. Or maybe just a snuggle or a big bear hug. I’d even settle for a shoulder squeeze. To receive a kind word while being seen in physical proximity. Solitude can clear a path to insight. And this community-imposed quarantine has offeredContinue reading “holding pattern”

COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE.   Wake up, make coffee. Or maybe I was thinking ahead last night before bed and I set the auto timer to pump out that liquid gold, so I could smell it as I zombie crawled into the kitchen to inject it straight into my veins.   Dramatized.   Sort of. Nothin fancy.  No oatContinue reading “default mode”

Faith is inherently blind, so why the descriptor?!  The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it. It is not disbelief that is dangerous to our society; it is belief. George Bernard Shaw Oh right.  Faith can speak our virtues whileContinue reading “sight of blind faith”

Enjoying this breeze.  Patient.  Like all different types of people:  fishermen/women, the couples with strong PDA, dancers on the public park stage, those indulging in herbal remedies, the consistent ‘whoosh’ of a jump-roper, a child’s desperate screams.  All here for different reasons.  None of which I know for certain.   These sounds of life thatContinue reading “this I know”

The sources of right knowledge are direct perception, inference, and scriptural testimony sutra 1.7 Where are you?  I cannot see you.  I cannot find you. I’m seeking and still all I see is muck.  Clear as mud.   My sight is perfect (enough) for seeing. Ears are pointedly of the wolf’s breed; they are building earContinue reading “your truth. my truth. the truth.”