Meditate in just three minutes

“Benjamin Sisko is not and cannot be your favourite Captain.” So stated a recent post out there in the web, within one Star Trek fan’s recent article about must-knows when dating a Trek fan. “Really?” I thought. Curious, I’ve since raided the Netflix streaming library to check out why this could be so. And lo and…

Food on the brain

Sprouts, everywhere. It’s the first day of summer. We may have a perfect-for-solstice 108 sprouting plants, mostly due to my recent ham-fisted actions with a packet of arugula seeds. Despite a spindly June with the tomato, pepper and okra seeds that we started on the fridge in February, we now have filled every available slot in…

Greedy

My husband and I are two very different kinds of cooks. He’s happiest, most successful, and most relaxed when winging it in the kitchen. Following a recipe, which he does more often than not, lately, seems to cramp his style a bit, even though it yields some lovely surprises: we needed the goading of a…

Thumbs, knees and shoulder blades

Apparently, opossum are the only non-human North American mammals that have opposable thumbs, and those thumbs are on their hind feet. In the picture here, do any of the tracks appear to have thumbs? Looks like it, from the print along the bottom edge of the photograph, and from this photo, as well. So, our…

To market, to market.

Flow. Menstruation. Rivers. Power. Muscle-bound half-naked men making scary sounds while lifting large iron objects. Or, something plugged into a wall. Or, somebody wearing a bodysuit. Vinyasa. What language is that? Yoga. Quiet room, no sweating. Candles? Bending bodies into improbable contortions, even if it’s just attempting to touch one’s oh-so-distant toes. I think I’d…