BUILDING BRIDGES (ON BOXING AND YOGA)

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I've always been my harshest critic, taking things on like a zealot and sometimes getting frustrated when I stall mid-process. The self-flagellation stems from a lifetime of working harder, faster, more than asked or required. Boxing has been no exception, though one big difference is that it can be a rather isolated and lonely sport. There… Continue reading BUILDING BRIDGES (ON BOXING AND YOGA)

MIRROR, MIRROR (A SALUTE TO OUR TEACHERS)

Whatever may be their use in civilized societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic action. ― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own Life is full of teachers who come in all shapes and sizes. Some are older, some are younger. Some are worldly while others don't own a passport. Some mentors spoil their students… Continue reading MIRROR, MIRROR (A SALUTE TO OUR TEACHERS)

NINE MINUTES IN THE FIFTH SPHERE (LIFE ON MARS)

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You shall leave everything you love most dearly: this is the arrow that the bow of exile shoots first. You are to know the bitter taste of others' bread, how salt it is, and know how hard a path it is for one who goes descending and ascending others' stairs. —Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy:… Continue reading NINE MINUTES IN THE FIFTH SPHERE (LIFE ON MARS)

AN OPEN LETTER TO MY CORNER

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Prior to stepping in the ring yesterday to face a woman of wonder who kept me on my toes (more on that in a forthcoming post), I wrote an email to several members of my girl gang. This particular group is comprised of four fantastic women who, rightfully, have lifetime memberships in the tribe I'm… Continue reading AN OPEN LETTER TO MY CORNER

IN THE ZONE (A LESSON IN GOING WITH THE FLOW)

Manhattan bridge run

It's all right. No, it's not. What the hell? Move your feet! I feel every dimple and ridge. Softened canvas yields as I shuffle. The lights flicker bile yellow and slush grey, with a few shards of off-white (star-bursting) raining down if my head snaps back too quickly. There is only chaos until I settle in… Continue reading IN THE ZONE (A LESSON IN GOING WITH THE FLOW)