THIS WEEK’S READ:
This must be impossible, I thought. So I hit play and watched again.
For the seventeenth time, smoke billowed in a tawny cloud, a sunset glow lighting Notre Dame’s spire. It blackened, becoming skeletal, a tensile outline against the evening sky. For a heart wrenching moment, it seemed to become something indestructible… and so its collapse made no sense. In mere seconds the new and starkly drawn structure was completely erased.
I’ve never been to Notre Dame (or to Paris for that matter), but in architecture school I studied its revolutionary flying buttresses and drenched myself in images of its stained glass windows. In dreams, I’ve sat high on the turrets sharing a pizza with the gargoyles and prowled the crypts below the cathedral searching for the Roman ruins on which it was built.
Warning! Warning! Mercury’s gone Retrograde! You’ve heard the Mercury Retrograde warnings: don’t get in a fight with your boss, don’t get in a fight with your spouse, don’t get in a fight with your mom (in fact, if you’re feeling fight-y, give yourself a time out in a...read more
Let’s talk a little bit about our brains. While incredibly useful and adaptive, they can also be single-minded (no pun intended!) bullies. A couple years back, I was doing a little number crunching for the business. It was one of those potentially annoying jobs that...read more
Most of my teens and twenties (and some of my thirties, too) were spent searching for someone to teach me the mysteries of the universe. I pictured a manuscript buried in the rare books room of a library in Oxford or Cambridge; or an underground society dedicated...read more
"Do you have daily rituals?" Sitting together in her car after our first lunch “date," my newest friend popped the dreaded question: How do you stay so grounded? Do you have daily rituals? I cringed. I’m a Gemini, after all— we don’t do daily anything except breathe,...read more
What happens when you give yourself permission to change your life? There's a fascinating phenomenon I've observed with my students and, in the past, with clients: once someone signs up for a program, whether it's for wellness or witchery, their life starts moving and...read more
When I arrived, she washed my feet in flowered water and dried them with her long red hair. This is how my studies in Ireland begin. (Admit it: you thought I was working on a sappy romance novel! Hmmm…..) The trip to the farmette, where my teacher Gina lived, involved...read more