Radical Embodiment. The first time I heard the term, it raised the hair on my arms. It means different things in different contexts. In the world of artificial intelligence, it’s about the challenges of imbuing cyborgs with an innate sense of embodiment in an unnatural body. In my world, though, AI stands for autoimmunity; decades… Read More Radical Embodiment
I discovered the Fountain of Youth on my first extended road trip in the Avion. I’d celebrated New Year’s 2017 on the road, but it was just a weekend jaunt to an RV park near Lake Berryessa. I’d won a drawing at CamperWorld for a free stay and that seemed like an auspicious way to… Read More Hello Again, Fountain of Youth!
Last summer, at an Omega Institute creativity workshop with Kate Shela, I fell in love with 5 Rhythms. But, I had fallen in love with Kate Shela well before that. To say that 5 Rhythms is a movement practice or that Kate is a 5 Rhythms instructor doesn’t begin to do justice to the deep… Read More Shall We Dance?
Saturday, August 18. Backstage at Portland’s Newmark Theater at FloatCon 2018: I’m miked up, and I’m amped up. Wandering around and then dancing around, shrugging my shoulders, shaking out my hands, trying to slough off the energy that is surging like a tsunami through my body. I’m about to go onstage and talk in front… Read More FloatCon 2018
Say hello to my little friend. Her name is Hymenolepsis. She’s a gut parasite. And she and a whole crew of her little friends recently made themselves at home in my belly. After all the jokes I heard about Montezuma’s Revenge when I told people I was going to Mexico, I would have expected something… Read More Say Hello to My Little Friend: Parasite Woes
I didn’t get to see last week’s much-ballyhooed super blue moon-lunar eclipse here on the southern Baja coast. From the time I’d gone to bed to the time my alarm went off at 4:30 am, the night sky was eerily bright but deep cloud cover hid the moon and stars from sight. Still, I hauled… Read More Trust. Magic. Healing.
Tomorrow, after forty days and forty nights out here in the desert, I’m leaving the Fountain of Youth. I just did my last poolside yoga session. This evening, as the sun goes down, I’ll take my last swim in the saltwater pool. I hope Al, the sweet octogenarian who shares my love for twilight laps,… Read More 40 Days and 40 Nights at the Fountain of Youth
Quiet, Please A few years ago I spent six months living in Los Angeles, the city I came of age in, the city I had been trying to get back to for more than two decades. I was there to finish a novel, a project that had been in the works for years, and a… Read More Dark Green Quiet
I started doing yoga to address living in a body in constant pain. Gentle exercise will help, said the doctor who diagnosed my fibromyalgia more than a decade ago. As a former gymnast who could still touch her nose to her knees at forty years old, I should have loved yoga. And I did. Until… Read More #iamapreexistingcondition