Thursday, December 14, 2023
Wednesday, December 13, 2023
Held
I am willing
is an inside job.
Leaving behind
I won't
You can't make me
is an act of faith.
I am a supplicant
skinned knees and bleeding
(finally)
ready to surrender.
Thursday, December 7, 2023
Food Autobiographies
Tuesday, November 28, 2023
Life In Six Words
In 2020, a seventh grade teacher asked their students to write a memoir in six words.
One student wrote:
Brave birds still fly through fog.
What an assignment (I didn't know this was a thing)! I think mine would be:
I'm at my most magnificent now.
How about you?
Saturday, November 25, 2023
Birdie Is M.I.A.
Our family is currently down a member with two feet of freshly fallen snow outside.
Thursday, November 23, 2023
Monday, November 20, 2023
Findus And His Farmer
Sweden for the win!
Ironically, it was a Bolivian friend of Evan's who recently recommended this delightful children's book series from Scandinavia about a farmer and his cat.
Saturday, November 18, 2023
Devotional Practice
Friday, November 3, 2023
Thursday, October 19, 2023
Wednesday, October 18, 2023
Tonics
I. Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce: I am here for this cultural moment.
II. Muffins and Sanditon: a "therapist"'s response to the atrocities in the news.
III. Helpful: what not to bring to a desert island stranding.
IV. Ibuprofen and Frappuccino: a guide to pronouncing tough words like Chateauneuf-du-Pape.
Tuesday, October 17, 2023
Enough Love
Even when his legs are fully extended they don’t touch the seat in front of him. Mostly he just touches me, which is okay. His father looks to be in his 40s, salt and pepper hair, broad shoulders and unexciting blue jeans. He’s tall. I assume he is the kind of tall that takes care of people, like reaches for things in the overhead bin for old ladies or carries multiple children to the house at once; that gentle, spacious tall.
Monday, October 16, 2023
Cosmic Sorcery
Monday, October 9, 2023
Heroic Work
A dentist's pick.
Slowly down the ladder
into darkness.
Feeling towards bones
held by the weight
of accumulated soil and stone.
Patient. Gentle.
Tender and reverent.
Seeking with fingertips
a change in texture
that belies what's buried
asking for release.
Until,
(after many small acts
and much time has passed)
the beast sees light of day again--
and it is revealed that
love has overwritten fear
(enough)
to uncover the structures within,
all holey and holy.
Disabling
Caged by alarm,
this pulse carries deadweight.
A less than, but not nothing,
of potential energy.
Moving past grievances,
we find grief (and roll up our sleeves
for the delicate work ahead:
a stakeout,
a blaring,
a soothing,
repeat)
A catalog of hesitancies:
anxious glances,
guarded moments of unfurling,
tentative experiments
with lift and loft.
There is flight
(only occasionally at first).
Then there is soaring--
brilliant across the sky.
Friday, October 6, 2023
Blessing
This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.
Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.
Thursday, October 5, 2023
Monday, October 2, 2023
Friday, September 29, 2023
My Brother
Thursday, September 28, 2023
A Triumphant Finale
The culmination of this series is tremendous-- wise, tender, funny, painful and full of love:
What began as sex education became a master class on family and relationships.
Wednesday, September 27, 2023
Time Between The Fingertips
Informed by these podcasts, my thoughts have been circling the concept of time. I want to capture some of this language while it is fresh for me...
And yet, as any Brené Brown fan knows, vulnerability is the gateway to love. Thus our breaking open is a great softening. A surrender to universal and specific, mundane love.
Mortality entwined with love. Both core to the human condition. A condition that comes with the capacity to go in and out of our bodies. Our leavings, a grace granted by the push of suffering. Our returns, a grace granted by the pull of connection.
No self composed.
Saturday, September 23, 2023
Old Art
These life-sized giraffes carved into rock in the desert of Niger-- gah! I still remember when I saw images of them for the first time in a National Geographic Magazine as a kid.
It is estimated that the petroglyphs are between 6,000 and 8,000 years old. A Taureg community living nearby is now tasked with protecting the remote site's historical legacy from vandalism.
Monday, September 18, 2023
Saturday, September 2, 2023
Energy Makes Time
I often find myself listening as someone talks about being out of time. I don’t want to demean any time-management tactics out there. My philosophy is to accept any and all tools, to tuck them into the toolbox until such time as they seem fit. Most of the recommended habits will work, at least some of the time. Sometimes blocking off some time on your calendar is exactly what you need. Sometimes shifting your schedule or skipping some meetings or putting yourself to bed on time does the trick. Knowing which trick you need now—and which one you’ll need next time—comes with experience and the kind of situational awareness that can be cultivated with (wait for iiiiit…) time.
But there’s something else I want to suggest here, and it’s to stop thinking about time entirely. Or, at least, to stop thinking about time as something consistent. We all know that time can be stretchy or compressed—we’ve experienced hours that plodded along interminably and those that whisked by in a few breaths. We’ve had days in which we got so much done we surprised ourselves and days where we got into a staring contest with the to-do list and the to-do list didn’t blink. And we’ve also had days that left us puddled on the floor and days that left us pumped up, practically leaping out of our chairs. What differentiates these experiences isn’t the number of hours in the day but the energy we get from the work. Energy makes time.
Here’s a concrete example, and perhaps a familiar one: someone is so busy with work and caretaking that they don’t make time for their art. At the end of the day they’re too tired to write or paint or make music or whathaveyou. So they don’t. Days, then weeks go by. They are more and more tired. They are getting less and less done. They take a mental health day and catch up on sleep but the exhaustion persists. Their overwhelm grows larger, becomes intolerable. The usual tactics don’t work.
Then one day they say fuck it all. They eat leftover pasta over the sink, drop mom off at her mahjongg game, and go sit in the park to draw. They draw for hours, until the sun goes down and they’re squinting under the street lights. And, lo and behold, the next day they plow through all those lingering to-dos. They see clearly that half of them were unnecessary when before they all seemed critical. They recognize a few others as things better handed off to their peers. They suddenly find time for attending to that one project they’d been procrastinating on for weeks. They sleep better. Their skin looks great. (Okay I might be exaggerating on that last one, but only mildly.)
It turns out, not doing their art was costing them time, was draining it away, little by little, like a slow but steady leak. They had assumed, wrongly, that there wasn’t enough time in the day to do their art, because they assumed (because we’re conditioned to assume) that every thing we do costs time. But that math doesn’t take energy into account, doesn’t grok that doing things that energize you gives you time back. By doing their art, a whole lot of time suddenly returned. Their art didn’t need more time; their time needed their art.
I’m using art here, because in my experience, most people have something shaped like that in their lives—some thing that when neglected siphons time and energy away but when attended to delivers it in droves. But you can substitute art for whatever activity or habit leaves you more energized, gives you that time back: puzzle night with your BFFs, organizing your colleagues, working a shift at the community garden, baking cookies for the block party, going to the woods, touching grass and all that.
The question to ask with all those things isn’t, “how do I make time for this?” The answer to that question always disappoints, because that view of time has it forever speeding away from you. The better question is, how does doing what I need make time for everything else?
-- from an essay by Mandy Brown
Thursday, August 24, 2023
Monday, August 14, 2023
Paris
Biking in Paris was a joy. Cycling to and from Domaine du Courances was a joy.