I don’t know how to do this

I don’t know how to do this. I pretend I do. I pretend I have wise, beautiful, profound things to say. I organize and re-organize and re-organize my life.  I go to work. I pour my energy into the ways I extend my hands to others. I volunteer at the homeless shelter and make the... Continue Reading →

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Holy Doubt, Holy Faith, Holy Shit

I recently changed the lock screen on my phone to a graphic that says: “You are a ghost driving a meat-coated skeleton made from star dust riding a rock floating through space. FEAR NOTHING.” I don't know why this tickled me so much. Maybe it’s because it makes my too-big fear feel small and inconsequential.... Continue Reading →

The daily ritual of practice

Lately, I’ve been thinking about practice. I’m thinking about what we practice and what we don’t practice.  What we should practice, but don’t.  I’m thinking about the rhetoric around practice, and I’m thinking about how annoying practice can be. Typically, when we think about practice, we think about a specific talent or skill: musicians have... Continue Reading →

The Real Yoga: Powerful and known

I got glasses when I was around 10 years old.  I didn’t know I needed glasses, but when I left the eye doctor with those glasses, I was amazed: who knew trees had leaves you could see?  I could read signs!  Everything was brighter, more detailed, and beautiful. At 10, I was already dancing (ballet)... Continue Reading →

52 Cards: A Poem in 5 Acts

I. When I realize it’s been months since I wrote a poem I wonder why I’ve had nothing to say. Wonder why words do not burn my skull, why feelings do not pour from my fingers, why rage no longer screams my veins until I drip words- small, heavy, metallic - from artery to floor.... Continue Reading →

Teach me to be a window

I lost a friend this week.  A smart, vibrant, compassionate, passion-filled young woman I have known since she was small lost her life to brain cancer, and I am heart-broken.  The world was just brighter knowing she was in it.  My life is better for having had her in it. For most of us, navigating... Continue Reading →

Day 12(ish): On Anger

So remember when I promised I was going to write for 30 days, and then I got to day 11 and disappeared? I’m back. And I’ll write the other 19 days. I just can’t promise they’ll be consecutive. Oh well: my blog, my rules. Know what I did this weekend? I bought a punching bag.... Continue Reading →

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