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Today we received an email at work announcing this afternoon’s Super “Bowel” Happy Hour. I’m sure hoping the theme is just the result of an unfortunate typo…. ******************************************Edited in an effort to be helpful to those reaching this page looking for honest info about the Football game … since today…

Back in October, my friends and I had planned a baby shower for Susan, who was expecting her first baby. Strangely, she ended up having the baby on the very day that we’d planned to have the shower. He was a couple of months early, and is fine and healthy…

I got off the BART train this evening hungry, fumbling for my ticket to let me through the turn style, deep in thought. I happened to pause for a second, and glance up, looking back in the window of the train. And there, still seated on the train, head down…

The original plan for this weekend was to attend a retreat on Centering Prayer. You may recall my trepidation of coming face to face with the possible Nothing, and my general excitement over the retreat, since it was going to be led by Cynthia Bourgeault. Or, you can see those…

At work, the powers that be are sponsoring what they call “Inspiration Week” this week. I applaud this effort. Today, there was a private tour of SF MOMA just for our company. They also invited local artists to bring in their art, to the office, and it has been hung…

OK, so its not really new. But it’s new here! I get these really great alumni magazines from UCSB (UC Santa Barbara, go Gauchos!) and Yale, and lots of times they have announcements of faculty or alumni books that have been published in the last year, with a little blurb…

I am blessed to be here in this beautiful place surrounded by so many good people. I am humbled to be a part of their retreat experience, honored to be a part of this threshold experience for each of them. Some of my early thoughts are around the many doorways…

With a blessing.

Here is what I came home to tonight, after visiting my sister’s house: For some reason, this cracked me up. It seems planning a retreat requires a bag of chips, metronome, Santa fairy and a pile of books so high it’s a wonder anything is left on the bookshelf. Oh,…