be like jazz

be like jazz

be like jazz::improvise Although I no longer read the newspaper each day, I do luxuriate in the Sunday San Francisco Chronicle. Especially the “pink” section, the ubiquitous weekly insert that covers arts and entertainment. I can’t even remember a time when there wasn’t a pink section; for all I know it’s been around since I … Continue reading

living deep: thank you to all who make the journey

living deep: thank you to all who make the journey

Sometimes I’ll get a note or an email from a client I worked with years ago. And I do mean years ago. Like maybe a decade ago, because I’ve been counseling and coaching, in one professional incarnation or another, for over 13 years. When these missives arrive from former clients my first response is always … Continue reading

loving your drama queen

loving your drama queen

That’s me in the photo, with my brother Mike. I was about five-years-old, sporting my mom’s sunglasses and my grandmother’s cigarette holder. I remember the day vividly: sunny, summer, goofing around with my brothers at my grandparents’ house. But then things turned. I don’t remember why or what caused it. All I know is I … Continue reading

dolls: a little piece of soul

dolls: a little piece of soul

It seems I’m far beyond the age for playing with dolls. And yet, during the past year or so, I’ve made two dolls, both times in the company of other women. Let me tell you, sitting together in a circle and creating these small dolls has been a treasure, both the process and the outcome. … Continue reading

It all comes down to this…

It all comes down to this…

Look Deep Love Deep Work Deep Play Deep * * * * * Comments are closed since I’m madly studying for exams (although blogging continues). I’m on at least a two month social media hiatus too but love hearing from you by email: pattybechtold (at) gmail (dot) com. You can also sign up for my … Continue reading

brief moments & small loves

brief moments & small loves

A warm night. The kitchen window wide open. I’m unloading the dishwasher, second nature. Feet moving along the well-worn path between cupboard and drawer. Hands depositing glasses, forks, bowls in their waiting places. Suddenly, I hear something that stops me in my tracks: the unmistakable sounds of a small group of people gathering. Laughter. Lilting … Continue reading

the ritual of re-remembering

the ritual of re-remembering

This year May arrived with a burst of heat and a gust of wind, a particularly unfortunate combination for me. Nothing else antagonizes my allergies like this springtime duo. And when I’m in the midst of one of my rapid fire sneezing fits, don’t even bother trying to comfort me with a well-intentioned bless you, … Continue reading