MY MEMORIES OF STAYS AT BORDER TOWNS ARE CONSISTENTLY DINGY. There seemed to more litter in the streets. And more stray dogs picking through it. The rooms were bare and broken, with cracks highlighted by…
Browsing Category motherhood
goodnight lawn-mower
my 2-year old, every night, soothes himself to sleep by recounting the objects and events that have made an impression on his day… “goodnight motorcycle” “goodnight bumble bee” “goodnight thunder” “goodnight lawn-mower” (If you haven’t…
the intimacy of loss
You know what people don’t tell you about? The intimacy of tragedy. The collapse into the lap of your lover; not in elated exertion…. but in grief. The speechlessness; not of direct eye contact……
things back in swing….
Shamefully, I had to be notified by a reader that seekingsol.com was down. And it turned out to be a bit of mystery where my site was exactly hosted (and another if it continued to…
life asanas
BY ALL APPEARANCES, my backpack is stiff with stagnancy. But my absence belies. For all the spiritual journeys and cross-road training I imagined myself on in my 20’s – I now get that it’s all training-wheels….