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  • 4: on presence.

    Travelling to new places reminds me to be present. I was in Atlanta last week for #4’s indoor volleyball tournaments. We were in the middle of a city in a convention center that housed about 10000 people. A contrast to our life in the jungle where when I am home, I have to make a…

  • 3: on habits.

    Habits are the small decisions you make and actions you perform every day. According to researchers at Duke University, habits account for about 40 percent of our behaviors on any given day.  Your life today is essentially the sum of your habits. How in shape or out of shape you are? A result of your habits. How…

  • 2: on texture.

    To describe texture in words is challenging so I will write where it is absent. Over the last few years, I have had to rest my eyes from any type of visual aids. When I do not have my glasses on, the world is void of texture in my line of sight. Where different object…

  • 1: On Beauty.

    I have missed writing. My extra time is filled with kettlebells and barbells. I have prioritized the journey of reclaiming my body – caring for it through tearing each muscle. But I missed writing. I reached out to my daughter, Frankie, who I know also has had these little pauses in showing up for her…

  • My StrongFirst Journey.

    strong (adj.)Old English strang “physically powerful, powerful in effect; forceful, severe, firm, bold, brave; constant, resolute…” “I think this person travelled the furthest to be here…Rozanne!!!” I stood up in shock and surprisingly emotional. Teary-eyed, I looked at my instructors and asked incredulously, “I passed??” They responded, “Yeah, of course!” I went to hug each…

  • She is 18.

    We cherish things, Japan has always known, precisely because they cannot last; it’s their frailty that adds sweetness to their beauty. In the central literary text of the land, The Tale of Genji, the word for “impermanence” is used more than a thousand times, and bright, amorous Prince Genji is said to be “a handsomer man…

  • MayBE 2023: Day thirty-one.

    THE MORE LOVING ONE by W.H. Auden Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us…

  • MayBE 2023: Day thirty.

    We are inundated with advice on where to travel to, but we hear little of why and how we should go, even though the art of travel seems naturally to sustain a number of questions neither so simple nor so trivial, and whose study might in modest ways contribute to an understanding of what the…

  • MayBE 2023: Day twenty-nine.

    Light and Heat. At dawn, the world rises out of darkness, slowly sense-grain by grain, as if from sleep. Life becomes visible once again. ‘When it is dark, it seems to me as if I were dying and I can’t think anymore,” Claude Monet once lamented.”More light!” Goethe begged from his deathbed. Dawn is the…

  • MayBE 2023: Day twenty-eight.

    Inherit. I had an inheritance from my father, It was the moon and the sun. And though I roam all over the world, The spending of it’s never done.” ― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls In 2019, I wrote: What will I leave behind? What will I pass down? Sometimes it feels very…