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Burning Woman: September 2005
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This could be a mid-life crisis. Or it could be an inferno born of fury and fierce resolve. Friday, September 23, 2005. Somehow I want an answer from my grandmother that will keep me from having to endure these indignities of age; I not only want to grow old gracefully but like a fiery goddess, a fierce warrioress. She tries to help me as I prepare our last meal together, and then steps back, watching me multi-task: My Lans, you sure can do everything! Toilet, for the non Southerners. Say I Am Going Home.
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Wild Work: January 2010
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010. The Buddhist’s Kashi. The Hindu’s Holy City. The citizen’s Banaras. Varanasi: the oldest city in the world, from the first millennium BCE. Named for the confluence of the Ganges with the old rivers, Varana and Assi, now the ghats known as the beginning and the end. At midnight we are led from the airport to our hotel, Palace on Ganges. Before light our guide ushers us through the weave of tuk tuk. And so we are somewhat prepared for the insanity of the driving conditions, the s...
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Wild Work: Wild Tigress
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010. On our recent pilgrimage to India, my husband chose an adventure that was one of his holy dreams – to go on a tiger safari in Rajasthan. He wanted to tour the national park, and sway his considerable luck toward sighting the near-extinct Bengal tiger. We had twenty-four hours to rollick about in a sunset and then a dawn safari, amidst bedding down in the luxurious Aman-I-Khas. T 17 is known as the most dominant tigress of the reserve, as evidenced by her stealth saunter in any...
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Wild Work: November 2010
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Monday, November 8, 2010. The Hereafter portrayed on screen is awash in shades of grey. When I started writing, I was afraid to tell what I saw and heard in the imaginal realm - that place from which characters and story arise. And with daily practice, I’ve come to know that the imagination is a real place. Where ghosts walk and spirits talk is the land of the instinctual, and it is neither hokum nor domesticated. As every child who has found a storyteller knows. Photo courtesy of Warner Bros. Film.
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Wild Work: Wild Mother
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Friday, January 15, 2010. On the day before we are to take the bath at the Kumbh Mela, we discover that the town’s security situation has changed. Our guide, Mr. Parikshit Joshi drives us around the site so we can see what we are in for. The main ghat, Har Ki Pauri. 8221; my husband asks, and I nod, feeling safe knowing that neither of these men would allow us into a foolhardy situation. The holy bath calls to me beyond my fears. However, I consistently find direction from what arises in my imagination, ...
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Wild Work: October 2007
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007. Colleen Rice, Photographer,. Curiosity killed a cat! Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.". Eugene O'Neill, Diff'rent. Coming into your mind more often. What shorthand do they use? How are they connected to the land, their history, the politics of the day? What will you do to power up your curiosity this week? Here are a few of my choices:. See what kind of colors mixed paints will create. Have a meaningful conversation with a stranger. Posted by Sonya Lea.
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Wild Work: December 2007
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Wednesday, December 26, 2007. We stepped off the Metro. A stout woman in a reflective vest met us at the transfer station where we inserted our tickets and waited for the bars to shift, allowing us passage into a narrow concrete hallway. I could hear her screaming from the subway doors, and now we were close enough to understand her words: “You just did the hardest thing of the day! You woke up and got dressed and got out here! Everything gets easier from here, honey! I started breathing again. My fi...
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Wild Work: May 2009
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009. An excerpt from this essay, "Good Enough To Wait" can be found in Living in Season. Preserving food is the extended foreplay of the gustatory world. Especially for city-dwellers, it revives a sense of connection with wild nature, and rejuvenates senses dormant from over-reliance on the fast and the cheap. If drive-thru is the dining equivalent of the quickie, preserving fresh, seasonal produce for later supping is tantric bliss. 3 Ibid, pg. 706. 4 Ibid, pg. 708. 5 History of Food, ...
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Wild Work: March 2008
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Tuesday, March 4, 2008. Richard on Mt. Rainier. A few months ago I sent out a note to clients asking for their most amazing triumphs of the last year. 'Toot your own horn! I said. One person sent something back. And that was my daughter. It got me to thinking - are we used to sliding past our achievements in our urge to live ever in the future? Do we only see the past as the ways in which we tried and failed? Are we missing out on the gratitude and recognition of our most glorious gifts? In the past week...
