There is an art to this

There is an art to this. To waiting, to being present in uncertainty when moments are only whatever it is that they are until the next moments arrive. +++ Today writing terrifies me. It terrifies me because of the way these stories last, the way we tell ourselves stories in order to be who we [...]

Big shoes to fill

Also: go take a peak at Liz’s sweet Ellie Jane. Welcome to the world little one!

Up in the air

My shadow blooms across the grass; leggy and dark in contrast to the plush and verdant lawn where dandelions scatter. A thousand constellations; a galaxy of sunny weeds spread out across the grass. The weather has been dramatic: snow, near-record highs, torrential rain, thunder, wind. I think I like it this way. It reflects the [...]

exactly.

The risk the artist takes is that you might … actually laugh at the effort. And it’s taking these risks that leads us to get rewarded. ~ Seth Godin

Today, this:

What is it to feel unrealized, other than strangely exquisite? It is the soul’s plea to matter. It is the exhausting submersion of caring for others, sometimes at the expense of our own creative spark. It is age and mortality settling upon us like a kneading cat, prodding us to Hurry up and do something. [...]

At the coffee shop: almost a poem

She walks out the door ahead of him; long white hair blowing into her face as a truck barrels past. I watch as she turns back toward the door, and at first her face is carelessly content; then she sees him and her features soften almost imperceptibly. She looks up to where he’s paused there [...]

Media Record Day 2

Started off on media bistro this morning, and found my way here. Again apropos. I like how even here, in the seeming chaos and of the Internet, like attracts like, and patterns emerge. Later my mother sent me a link to this fascinating review of Winifred Gallagher’s Rapt; a book I now very much want [...]

Media Record Day 1

Here is a record, more or less of the media I interacted with today: The continuation of a hysterical email exchange with my dear girlfriends about married names and given names and choosing names. One of my friends is marrying a man who happens to have the same name as her, minus a syllable. You [...]