While our kids were in high school, meditation began to creep back into my life through my yoga practice. At first, I used meditation as a reason to disappear to the quiet end of the house, sit down, not talk, and avoid arguments with my teenagers. But what I found was that I really needed this time and space to listen to my own mind. I had no specific expectations or intentions other than being quiet, and then it began to change and get interesting. By paying attention to my breath, my body sensations, and my thoughts, I started to have access to myself in a whole new way. I became completely captivated and intrigued by what I might learn by what appeared to be doing nothing. And something else was happening as well - I began to see and experience the world very differently.
Little by little I've become less reactive, less judgmental about myself and others, more resilient to the natural difficulties of life, and more compassionate and kind. I realize now that my intention is to live a more skillful life; one that more easily accommodates pain, frustration, fear, sadness, grief and loss right along side joy, delight, contentment, curiosity and love. When my kids were very little I used to tell them "Choose kindness. It's much easier that way." I believed it then and I believe it now. It works.
In 2014, I completed the yearlong training at the Mindful Awareness Research Center of UCLA in the secular Mindfulness Facilitation Program. As my teaching expands and I see first-hand the profoundly powerful impact of mindfulness and meditation, I am inspired to find more ways to reach more people. My work now includes offering mindfulness programs in both public and private settings, including the wilderness, small business, healthcare, government and other professional settings.
Through all of this, I’ve had the great good fortune to be guided and supported by my mentors, Sylvia Boorstein, Donald Rothberg, and Mark Coleman. One day in a meditation retreat someone asked “Who was it who blew the wind beneath your wings?” I am deeply grateful to Sylvia, Donald, and Mark who keep the wind blowing.