molly's blog

If you are on my mailing list, you probably know that I love to write, and that writing is how I process whatever challenge I am facing - individually or as part of the collective. I have always tried to use every hardship I have ever faced - from feelings of...

I've been thinking an awful lot about love lately and especially the ways that we talk about love versus the ways we actually show it, bringing me to ask, "What actually is love?" I've had several experiences in the past month that has put the conversation - and my...

I must admit that writing this month’s newsletter was difficult. I want to say the right thing, I want to say something, I want to make the right commitment to justice and advocacy and activism. I want to acknowledge the virus of racism and the threat it has posed to...

"I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live." ~ George Bernard Shaw In some ways, in the arc...

What is Bedside Yoga? The end of life has its own nature, also worth our attention. ~ Mary Oliver To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson   Bedside Yoga began in 2003 or thereabouts. I...

For one who seeks to scale the heights of yoga, action is said to be the means. Once they have scaled those heights, repose is said to be the means. ~Bhagavad Gita 6.3 It has been awhile since I have put out a newsletter and am happy to finally send this out to all of...

The power of imagination makes us infinite.” ~ John Muir This past year has been by far one of the most challenging, stressful and unmoored years of my life. Like in my daily open ocean swims, I have felt tossed around, in over my head, a tiny thing in a vast sea of...

“What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? the ocean and truth.” ~ Christina Rossetti “I am learning to live close to the lives of my friends without ever seeing them. No miles of...

Visiting my parents at their home for the first time since my sister died, we attended a Catholic mass said by their favorite priest. This mass was special to them because Father Camilo centered his homily around an email my dad had sent to all his children, talking...

Sometimes I think my life is just like anyone else’s - a flowing river of experiences: opportunities offered and opportunities missed, countless joys and countless sufferings, heartbreaks, delights and surprises. A very ordinary life, perhaps. Other times I wonder how...