IMG_8236, originally uploaded by seekingsol. A four a.m. ramble chasing a case of insomnia… Art is the greasy thumb print left on the sliding glass door through which we see our life. The artist is…
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errant thoughts and kites
IMG_4374, originally uploaded by seekingsol. Errant thoughts consume me. Not of the adventurous sort, but the meddling. The petty. The flinching. The bothersome and be bothered by, sort. The kind of thoughts that make you…
india is an arranged marriage
Village Faces, U.P. India, originally uploaded by seekingsol. (This is an excerpt from a personal journal entry from the first week when I arrived in India. I sometimes cringe and curse at the weird way…
collapsed cairns
I’m mentally disturbed by how quickly I forget the things I know. Only by the patient curiosity of the finger twirling creation ringlets in its hair (and thus into my life), do I get the…
wonderfully raw reality dip
Where the line narrows at the neck of the plane, instead of offering extended arms of right-of-way (as I have been accustomed), men briskly step in front of me with unknown, but unquestioned, authority on…
a blessing recipe
Popes, priests and prophets have their methods. Merchants, and those who buy from them, name it in terms of this or that currency. But the value and blessing upon any object, for me, cannot be…
enter tinkerbell
Once upon a time, in the Caribbean waters on the coast of Honduras, where the water and sky constantly compete in an indiscernible photo finish for the definition of turquoise, I was working as a…
the still in movement
All my belongings are back in boxes. My long winter coats. Silk Indian scarves. Short summer skirts. Leather boots, salsa shoes and my favorite old cotton t-shirts. The odd jewelry collected from countries around the…
violet umbrella
Time. Just when I think it no longer exists, it stops; Against a wall I crash; Into the realization that more than a meager measure of minutes, it is a cunning calculator of change. Elevated…