MY MARRIAGE IS THE COUNTRY I return to between all the others; where I rest, recover, reflect, re-live, and rejoice. My husband is my travel journal; that beat up, worn leather thing with all the…
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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….
retired is my aching
Past are the afternoons scribbling in journals on wooden docks floating between home and away. Silenced are the nagging questions of my 20’s as to my exact being, purpose, and fate. Retreated has the wave…
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not. – Dr. Seuss
Think Occupy Wall St. is a phase? You don’t get it By Douglas Rushkoff, Special to CNN updated 1:09 PM EST, Wed October 5, 2011 “The members of Occupy Wall Street may be as unwieldy,…
birthmark of bravery
A black cat leads us in kora. And we follow in dumb curiosity. Underestimating the confidence in that stride, The intentionality of that tail, Not until three rotations does it dawn on us, That…
something feels fleeting
Something feels fleeting. The deaths and beginnings. Watching the sun set from above. While samsara cycles below. Who am I to steal a seat in God’s balcony? Who am I entitled to so many reincarnations…
the marrow of feeling
I used to write exclusively in run-ons. Adding dashes and dots till my sentences collapsed in exhaust. My egoism wore life like a garish hat. I hate the photos. And the internet’s curse of living…
at the end of the day
WRITING HAS MORE TO DO WITH MATH than luck, talent or training. It’s simple statistics: discipline and exercise make a writer. This MAY be more naïve hope than natural law, for I started writing with…
the world can handle it
I will come back to this blog; I’ve just been planning a wedding for the last 6 months (and abroad for 2.5 of those) – so please just forgive me. In the meantime, I do…