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What’s the point— Just last week, I was asking that about life, and once or twice I could taste the panic rising in my throat. Thing is, that question has no good answer. It’s an endless kind of loop. Which is to say, not helpful, whatsoever. I know all too… [Continue Reading]

Mercy death Just the other day I died a little a lot again and again right here on the floor while Leonard Cohen stole my breath with his holy irreverence streaming in Live from London He was the light and the crack and the bird on a wire I was… [Continue Reading]

(Translation (c) Heidi Fischbach. “Demasiados Nombres” is the Spanish, original title) Monday tangles up with Tuesday and a week with the whole year. Time cannot be cut with your weary scissors, all the names of the days are washed away by the night. No one can be called Pedro, no one… [Continue Reading]

(My grandma Eck died last week. 94 years old. She and I had a good many things in common, some of which I loved, others not so much. Here’s my little eulogy for her!) One of the things I most enjoy having in common with Grandma is where I grew… [Continue Reading]

(Translation (c) Heidi Fischbach. Read Neruda’s original “Pido Silencio” here Now if you’d leave me in peace.Now if you’d get on without me. I am going to close my eyes And I only want five things,five favorite roots. The first is love without end. The second is to see autumn.I… [Continue Reading]

A facebook friend’s status line said: “Write 500 words on what you are at your most happy, prosperous and healthy. Amazing fun. Do it now.” I do so love receiving simple direction. Here goes! At my most happy I am calm in my heart and belly even when my mind… [Continue Reading]

Sometimes the hardest thing is to be still. To wait for right action to arise. I’m not talking sitting on your butt waiting for life to come and find you. No. It’s more an alert kind of stillness even while in the thick of things. There is a story of… [Continue Reading]

Somewhere between the if-you-don’t-have-anything-good-to-say-don’t-say-anything-at-all camp and the it’s-still-freaking-winter-and-I’m-climbing-the-walls camp, is a place of OK-ness. You know, OK: you aren’t jumping for joy euphorically, but neither are you throwing in the towel and running the Sylvia Plath bath. And today, I must say, OK sounds pretty darned good. To that end… [Continue Reading]