Someone You Have Seen Before It was a night for listening to Corelli, Geminiani Or Manfredini. The tables had been set with beautiful white cloths And bouquets of flowers. Outside the big glass windows The rain drilled mercilessly into the rock garden, which made light Of the whole thing. Both business and entertainment waited With […]
A Gluttony of Images
I’ve spent the last two days curating through the oh, so many photographs I took in India. (Death by digital photography is a legitimate peril, especially for excessive types like me.) For those of you who can rapid fire through images and would be interested in seeing more, I’ve created a site on Shutterfly. Viewer […]
The Eye Begins to See
In a Dark Time In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood– A lord of nature weeping to a tree. I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. What’s […]
Back from India
Dak Thok Monastery Festival On the long flight back home from India, I kept searching for a pivot point—that spot that could bring coherence and comprehension to so many disparate experiences. I’ve never had an adventure quite like this one, one where so many extremes were in play. We came upon oppressive heat as well […]
Journey to India
I leave today for India. We’ll be in the southern region for a week before heading up to Ladakh. After a trek through the Himalayas, we will visit the Ajanta Buddhist temple caves in Maharashtra. I have been trekking with this group of friends for over 15 years, but this is the first time I […]
I Want None of It
For Strong Women A strong woman is a woman who is straining A strong woman is a woman standing on tiptoe and lifting a barbell while trying to sing “Boris Godunov.” A strong woman is a woman at work cleaning out the cesspool of the ages, and while she shovels, she talks about how she […]
My Nalgene Love and Fear of Wormholes Thanks You
I found this article by John Tierney in the New York Times particularly helpful at resetting my ambient guilt factor. It’s a bit long, but worth reading clear to the end. I hope it brings a little relief to your background rumblings of discomfort as well… For most of the year, it is the duty […]
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Barbara Weir: Grass Seed Dreaming
Barbara Weir is one of my favorite painters. As an aboriginal artist, she approaches her work with a different set of expectations and intentions than is typical in the Western artistic canon. Like other women from her community (including now-deceased Minnie Pwerle, Barbara’s mother, and international art star Emily Kame Kngwarreye), her work is closely […]
The Self, Undivided
Meditation garden, Osmosis Enzyme Bath If we fall into hell, we go through hell; this is the most important attitude to have. Just sit in the Reality of Life seeing hell and paradise, misery and joy, life and death, all with the same eye. No matter what the situation, we live the life of the […]
Fight, Fiddle, Ply, Muzzle
First Fight. Then Fiddle. First fight. Then fiddle. Ply the slipping string with feathery sorcery; muzzle the note with hurting love; the music that they wrote bewitch, bewilder. Qualify to sing threadwise. Devise no salt, no hempen thing for the dear instrument to bear. Devote the bow to silks and honey. Be remote a while […]