I dream that a woman (who I do not know in reality) is holding her hand against my belly and I am aware that this is the place where my repressed emotions are stored. That when I have something I want to say but do not say it, or experience something that I am ashamed…… Continue reading A Dream and an Interruption
Who Am I, Really (A Reflection)
Today, I am experiencing a realization that I believe will positively influence the rest of the week and it is something that I can take with me into the rest of my life. I was sitting cross-legged on my zafu and zabuton cushions when this line suddenly entered my mind: I am not fear. It…… Continue reading Who Am I, Really (A Reflection)
Let’s Not Diagnose Each Other Unnecessarily
The rose is without why, it blooms because it blooms, It pays no attention to itself, asks not whether it is seen. Angelus Silesius Attempting to improve oneself is not always harmful, although it can become a form of greed. It can leave one wanting, leave one desiring, leave one without fulfillment. Being a perfectionist…… Continue reading Let’s Not Diagnose Each Other Unnecessarily
If Love Is A Place
When someone allows you to see yourself and your world in a way that you could not see alone, it cannot be forgotten. It’s all about finding that light, and because of it, you discover both the strength and weakness within you. The light touches and warms your words. It sings you to sleep. It…… Continue reading If Love Is A Place
What You Might Find In My Closet
Spaces between clothes hangers. A few sweaters. Jeans I fold under on the bottoms. The box fan that drowns out nighttime noise. My deep purple high school yoga mat. The extensive CD collection I once prized. On the top shelf, stacks of journals filled with free-writing and childlike jokes. You might hear the scrape of…… Continue reading What You Might Find In My Closet
Nighttime in the Garden
Dance in the light Dream in the darkness Revel in what comes easy Be at peace with what is hard Smile at the flower Set a place for the stone
An End of Winter Walk in Brooklyn
What surprised me about my walk this afternoon was the amount of litter I came across when I was paying attention to it. I saw a floss pick, a navy blue wool scarf and a turquoise blue shirt on the ground, and a white plastic bag hanging from a bare tree branch; graffiti on the…… Continue reading An End of Winter Walk in Brooklyn
Blush of Dawn 