It’s my new goggles. Yes, they’re comfortable and fit well. They don’t leak, fog or distort what I see in the pool either. But it’s more than that Continue reading
Author: Lisa Greene


Five minutes?
I sit on the beach, enveloped in a giant towel, a cool warm breeze wafting over me. Glistening waves come in and go out, my mind follows. I hear teachers: Be an innkeeper – greet thoughts, let them in, let them go. I tell myself: Do not get stuck. Do not problem solve. I am determined: Sit, breathe, focus on the breath. I will do this. I try and try to sit still and focus, to be still, to meditate for even five minutes. Continue reading

Knee-deep waters
The water is knee deep and cool, with tiny, not-even waves lapping at the shore. Continue reading

Putting my shoes on
I put my shoes on, and walk — from the doorway to the desk. It’s five feet, if that, and really does not require shoes. But I’ve just come downstairs, wearing a black turtleneck & jeans, makeup and wet hair, wet with the hope that maybe it will be less wild and look less grey in these days of no haircuts. Sliding into shoes next is just what happens next. Continue reading

SHELTERING IN PLACE: coffee mugs & a level
I broke a coffee mug the other morning. Continue reading

Loud cashews
The cashews were really loud. I didn’t care in the slightest. Continue reading

A little memory back
When you died
you took part of my memory with you. Continue reading

Point Reyes and my soul
My soul yearns for water. Continue reading

We were both lifeguards
We were both lifeguards.
Beyond that, our lives were different. Continue reading

Moments with Julia Child
We stood in front of Julia Child’s kitchen at the Smithsonian as if it were a shrine. It is, really. Continue reading