Baby goes crazy for kibble. Is it the smell she loves? The sound it makes between her teeth? The taste? Has she somehow registered that the image on the front of the bag looks almost like her? We keep the kibble in her food room (formerly our...
During Ariel & Shya's Costa Rican Adventure immersion course, Laurence's fear of horses falls away as he discovers his own inherent brilliance and the magic of being in the moment. ...
Today, something happened that really moved me. It has to do with Transformation, what the Kanes teach and demonstrate, and it also has to do with being a part of this amazing community. I would like to share it with you. It goes as follows: My...
Fly catchers are distinctive birds. When these grey and black feathered creatures land on a branch or the back of a chair, they often are a picture of stillness – except for their tails, which flick up and down. This year a couple of fly catchers...
Affection is even sweeter when it comes unbidden. Occasionally, when we are fully engaged in a project, Baby will jump onto the desk and simply step down onto one of our laps. Or she’ll extend herself in a cat-stretch, paws upon our knees, an invitation...
I'm a big fan of to-do lists; I love productivity apps and getting things done. Over the years I've used and played with many kinds of products in this genre, from the old fashioned paper and pen to software on my computer and apps on...
I was answering emails as Baby prowled my desk, chirring softly from time-to-time. She was restless and unsure where to settle. I picked her up, but she was not inclined to stay, jumping down immediately. So, I returned to going through my inbox. Then I read...
I was laying on the bed reading a book, Baby stretched out beside me, when suddenly she began to twitch and shiver – dreamtime. “What do cats dream of?” I wondered as I placed my hand gently on her belly. Was she reliving catching that moth...
I wonder if this is how my mother felt. Of course, Baby is not a child, but when I hear Shya interact with her, I smile. My mom always seemed inordinately pleased that I was “daddy’s girl.” When he’d come home from work, she would encourage...
On a dark, icy January evening, our new kitten, Onyx, came into our lives. We heard him being carried up the drive, his meows loud and penetrating. Over the days that followed, the meowing continued; from the moment he woke to the time he slept. At...