August 1 is my father’s birthday. Today he would have been 100 years old. Cecil Moore Robertson was born August 1, 1910 in a small town in Virginia. His father ran the town grocery store. He went to school on the back of a horse drawn cart. At the age of 17 he left school […]
seeds of bliss
Travel, yoga and Houston, Texas – three things I share with the subject of the front-page New York Times article last week on The Yoga Mogul, John Friend. Writer Mimi Swartz strikes a balanced pose on the yoga guru phenomenon inlaid in the economic buckle of America’s bible belt, my birthplace, and his “celebration of […]
nature pours herself a drink
This week, while I am visiting family in Houston Texas, Hurricane Alex is moving across the Gulf of Mexico toward Brownsville, where it is predicted to hit land around midnight tonight. Still hundreds of miles away from here, Alex began having his effect yesterday afternoon. Within minutes, the storm’s high winds had cracked open the […]
flying lessons
In every project there comes a moment when you have to be willing to let it go. It is a vulnerable time, like the first time a young bird tries its wings. But it is crucial step in the life of any project, to test its ability to make it in the world. Last night […]
be happy
11:30 AM It is very windy here today. Big gusts of wind come blowing through the flat unannounced and depart again as quickly. I like to keep my doors open whenever I can, blocked with various heavy objects, from cans of chick peas to fuchsia-colored dumbbells. But this morning, that was not enough. I was […]