Brace Yourself (and others)

May 18th, 2017

Finding balance, with your neighbor’s help

Participants in a yoga and meditation session go through a guided exercise.
(photo by Rodney Curtis)

Support.

In the healing process, we generally use that word to mean emotional and spiritual help. At a recent medical conference, I had the honor of helping support bone marrow transplantees.

And then they supported me. Read More…

Notes From Down Under: Hot Water Beach

March 5th, 2017

What lurks beneath a sandy New Zealand beach

Taylor, Marci and I hang out in a rainy jacuzzi we dug ourselves on Hot Water Beach, New Zealand.

Taylor, Marci and I hang out in a rainy jacuzzi we dug ourselves on Hot Water Beach, New Zealand.

The rain steadily pours down outside our cute, cozy, cottage and life is calm, peaceful and smooth. So it seems insane that we’re about to go outside into the downpour, dig a hole and crawl into it. Read More…

Notes From Down Under: Hobbiton

March 5th, 2017

That time I slept in a Hobbit hole

Taylor poses for Marci outside the Hobbit Motel after a very comfortable night's stay and well before second breakfast and elevenses.

Taylor poses for Marci outside the Hobbit Motel after a very comfortable night’s stay and well before second breakfast and elevenses.

I’m taking a shower in a Hobbit hole. That’s the lead I came up with as the warm, delicious water washed a day of caves off me. Contenders were The hobbit hole has heated blankets or No wifi in Baggin’s place. The one ring to rule them all is embedded in our bed and I look forward to falling asleep in Middle Earth, or a reasonable facsimile thereof. Read More…

Notes From Down Under: Kerosene Creek

March 5th, 2017

It looks like any other cool-running brook, but …

Taylor sits atop a small waterfall on Kerosene Creek outside of Rotorua, New Zealand.

Taylor sits atop a small waterfall on Kerosene Creek outside of Rotorua, New Zealand.

A babbling brook on a hot summer’s day turns out to be a 100 degree geothermal creek. Mud bubbles up into pools with the smell of either bean and bacon soup or, more succinctly, farts — as the ladies say. These cracks in our perception of the way the earth should be are magical and meaningful. Welcome to Rotorua. Read More…