Lately I’ve been feeling a strong urge to integrate – to gather up past selves and own her awkward moments, her poor decisions, and her burned bridges with the hope of finding some continuity there.
There are lots of types of alone in the world. There’s the alone you enjoy when you close the door on what’s been hounding you. When you drop what you’re … Continue reading
In ordinary times endings were a beginning. Painful as they were they ushered new seasons. Pandemic and lockdown brought endings, only endings and waiting and sameness. Life is small now … Continue reading
What if the most personal, revolutionary act we can do is to be pleased with things and persist in joyful practice?
On Monday afternoon, I experienced a wave of overwhelming anxiety. Oh hell no. Oh f* no. It’s happening again. The lockdown announcement came later in the week, but all signs … Continue reading
We never prepared for this version of pandemic. On film, people cough and the world falls apart. The reality of COVID-19 is far stranger. This post is a quiet word to my fellow covid-lucky. Our problems may be a small portion of the total damage, but it’s still there, still ours, and it accumulates. It will not so easily fit under the rug where we sweep it.
People have been asking what gift/s I want for my rapidly approaching big four-oh. It’s a milestone. It should be something good, something meaningful. Yet things (objects, stuff) seem to … Continue reading