Sex and The City : Just for the Fashion of It

It’s four ‘clock in the afternoon. I am sitting in one of many theaters at the cineplex. Just before movie time, a group of what appear to be retired women stream into the theater. After the obligatory discussion about which row to choose, they decide on dead center of a row three ahead of me. On the aisle is a twenty-something woman. The group leader points towards the middle of the row and says to her, “Excuse me but there are going to five of us. Don’t worry we’re not all dressed up and wearing heels.” I laugh to myself as I enjoy the subtext, “Sorry we’re going to crawl over you but we’re not going to step on your feet with stilettos or whack you in the face with an oversize bag.” As I will see heels, bags, belts, and hats figure big in the movie, Sex and the City, and that’s what I have come to see, not the characters or the story, but the clothes and the style. Just for the fun of it and to play my part, I am wearing one of my favorite pairs of shoes: Manolo brown mules with orange trim and kitten-heels.

Monkey Mind and Mantra

I have a mantra. It is loving-kindness. Although simple and short, it is really big and powerful. I find myself saying it at odd times of the day, or when I’m feeling anxious, or when I am trying too hard, or when I am thinking too much, and, of course, when I’m meditating.

Never Look Back: Super Tuesday + Four Months

There she was on one of many big screen TVs giving her speech. On the one next to her was a re-run of “The Bachelor” where women vie for the affections of the guy. Ahead of me in the front row of elliptic machines a young women had her head in a textbook of some sort and never looked up, not at her or “The Bachelor.”