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My mortar and pestle is my favorite toy. Since some kind of forever I’ve been a mixer upper of things. I love making herbed chimichurris (love. that. word!), pestos and concoctions of all sorts. A few months ago a fire alarm went off in my building: at 3 a.m. I grabbed my laptop, my journal, my stuffed bear and my mortar and pestle. There you go.
My favorite thing to do with the hard stuff of life is get curious. Because, the spirit of curiosity rocks the socks off of anything forced. Besides, the forced stuff usually backfires or comes back to bite you in the ass at inopportune moments like 3 a.m. when you’d rather be, oh, sleeping.
With curiosity in my pocket I can go pretty much anywhere and find at least one thing to love. And where there’s one, there’s usually two.
I am a lover of word and world. Pablo Neruda, Mary Oliver, Rilke, Rumi, T.S. Eliot, Billy Collins—yes, all poets—are some of my favorite people ever. It excites me no end that there are a thousand and one poets I’ve not yet read, and books I’ve not yet opened.
I think that if everyone in the world felt at home in their own skin we would fight a whole lot less. Massage therapy is one of the first things I discovered that really helped me get to know and feel at home in my self and in my body. It’s not for nothing I do what I do.
My independent business heroes/coaches are many but I just have to mention three: the ever quirky, ever brilliant and ever innovative Havi Brooks of The Fluent Self; the ever smart, ever kind and ever irreverent Victoria Brouhard; and the creator of the most amazing, handmade line of chocolates ever Larry Burdick of L.A. Burdick Chocolates. (And no, Larry Burdick does not know he is my business coach. Just as Cesar Milan, “The Dog Whisperer,” does not know he’s my life coach.)
I have the hugest crush ever on Leonard Cohen. The man writes a mean lyric. Oh my. He says it like it is and he says it so beautifully. If ever I had to pick one human being for a space capsule thingie to be sent to a planet place where aliens don’t know thing one about this being human and matters of the heart? I’d pick Leonard Cohen. And then I’d offer to go along to keep him company.
Writing letters is one of my favorite things to do. In 2009 I did this thing called A Month of Living Curiously. People signed up to get letters from me–no kidding! … letters about how to meet the hard stuff of life with curiosity. (Sign up here if you want updates on new happenings with that).
I love my morning tea. Yorkshire Gold, to be exact. My sister sent me a box of 160 bags for Christmas. So I’m set for, oh, 2 months. Gotta love addictions.
Roadtrips rock. Something about the open road, big sky, new places and people… JOY!
So what don’t I so much love?
Tight. Not a fan. Tight shoes, tight hearts, tight tights. Know what I mean? ‘Cause it always rolls down to your knees. Or explodes. Either way, it’s hard to feel free and tight at the same time.
TV News. Yeah, not so much. At all. The tight thing again… I’m pretty much not a fan of anything that tries to scare me into doing or believing anything. Ugh, huge turnoff.
Too many choices. Craaaazy-making! Too many choices are like a freaking hamster wheel for my mind, which I’d rather use for the good stuff, like writing letters, and poems, and stories. And mixing shit up!