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Too much info not enough ear Too much bony not enough rear Too much quiet not enough shout Not enough action too much doubt Too much air and not enough ground Too much square not enough round Too much look and not enough find Not enough body far too much… [Continue Reading]

The paring knife of life keeps peeling. In restlessness, in exasperation, on the edge of falling, I keep coming to: What is essential here? It is a question both clean and powerful. It moves around the immovable, leaving bullshit in its wake. Sitting in that question is sitting in kindness…. [Continue Reading]

To have and to hold are, to be sure, quite different from to hope and to dream, which are also, to be sure, away — maybe somewhere with you but away nonetheless, which is where I sense you, on your own. I would not bind you to me (if even… [Continue Reading]

A weekly Time Capsule, of sorts, in which I pause and notice. And write down what I love. And notice all the reasons I don’t want to die before my time. And get curious. And am inspired by Mary Oliver’s poem “Gratitude” (in What Do We Know). And do my… [Continue Reading]

What moves you? I mean, what really moves you? What takes your breath away and renders you incapable of averting your eyes? What fascinates you? What grabs you by the collar and doesn’t let you go until you look, really look? What wakes you up in the middle of the… [Continue Reading]

A weekly Time Capsule, of sorts, in which I pause and notice. And write down what I love. And notice all the reasons I don’t want to die before my time. And get curious. And am inspired by Mary Oliver’s poem “Gratitude” (in What Do We Know). And do my… [Continue Reading]

To get to know your heart, sometimes you have to sit in the dark. No night light. No flash light. No moon light. No stars. Alone, except for the ghosts flitting around you. And the wolf over by the window. And the snake in the corner. It’s so dark you… [Continue Reading]

A weekly Time Capsule, of sorts, in which I pause and notice. And write down what I love. And notice all the reasons I don’t want to die before my time. And get curious. And am inspired by Mary Oliver’s poem “Gratitude” (in What Do We Know). And do my… [Continue Reading]