Posts by Linda Marsanico

It is Friday morning as I begin to write. The street landscape from my living room is frosted with snow which fell on a sleepy New York City. Two of my window panes are framed on their lower portion with a 4” line of snow. It is beautiful! Will my yoga class meet? Will I…

As I sat in The Field one day during the first week in December, the weather in Sedona was rainy and gray. It lasted all morning, and was conducive to my task of re-editing my writing. I could still view the beautiful red rocks in the distance. I had planned a healing session with Quan…

“It’s easier than ever to jump for joy.” (Quan Yin through Laura Lizak) So why don’t we? we don’t know how we throw ourselves into one of the ‘isms: work, alcohol, etc. we add suffering to our pain we’re afraid Any of these non-joyful responses keep us embedded in a kind of dulled experience because…

Once again I am sitting in The Field (See blog, June…), one of my all time favorite coffee joints, restaurants in Sedona. It is very cold. After all, it is the first week in December. What do I expect? This is my first late Fall trip, and I love the crisp cold, the rain which…