Category: Seasons and Holidays

  • Holiday meditation: the gumdrop chakra

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, November 29, 2015 (First published in 2012; back by request.) Lie down on the floor —arms and legs out, like a gingerbread man. Imagine you have two gumdrop eyes and a big, messy, icing mouth, the kind gingerbread “men” have. Now tell yourself you are neither man nor woman, you are a spice…

  • Rainbow medicine

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, November 15, 2015 What have we to be thankful for? A living world of color (for one thing). The saturated and rich, the pale, the faded, the textured, the intense, the suggestive, the translucent. Eyeballs of today, screenburned, jaded and atrophied by narrowing fields of vision, need the good, strong, sane medicine of…

  • #waffle vs. peach

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, September 20, 2015 I am staring down at my phone, at an Instagram post from a food blogger I like, trying to fathom how a sweet potato waffle gets 13,616 likes. Yes, of course, she has a lot of followers — 841K is what it says — with some of those followers…

  • Silent Night, Holy Night

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, December 21, 2014 The holidays have crept up from behind swiftly this year, like an army of elves waving alarm clocks in one hand and jingling bells in another, chasing after me. You’re late! Where’s your spirit of the season?I am?? Just moments ago, the aisles were full of bite-sized Snickers! Seems…

  • America

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, November 23, 2014 A little boy about five years old peers back from row 30 and looks at me. He’s cute. Big brown eyes, curly black hair, communicating with his expression since he doesn’t have English at his disposal. I smile at him, and he shyly holds my gaze. No trace of…

  • Doers: Black-headed grosbeak

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, March 23, 2014 A male grosbeak, still famished from its northbound migratory flight, sits perched in the 40-degree March sun. A cold wind gusts, and the medium-sized bird, gripping and tipping on its aspen branch, bursts into eight seconds of song-line. Then looks over. MCW: [recognizing the very bird] It’s you!…