a hole in my heart every morning start afresh sew it up, and go Everyday sacred Do revel in its bounty The mundane is yours this week goes to hell pick it up and throw it out making space for new full moon upheaval let tides carry you ashore the sand will ground you full moon speak to me round as new mammas belly behold her glory the light blazing through woken up at 3 A.M. ...
One week without coffee or meat. I’m onto green, white and herbal tea’s. Today is day 1 without milk, cheese or butter. Leaving space for whole yogurt. I will see how it feels to be off (most) dairy (I’m giving it at least a week). Day 6 of daily yoga practice. Muscles are no longer soar so I’m going to bump it up to a mix of Vinyasa and Ashtanga beginning on Monday (I...
When I was in college, a teacher once said that all women live by a ‘rape...– Jessica Valenti (via ironminds) Today I wrote briefly about the resiliency I’ve built from constantly resisting, and how I was ready to let some love in. Well, this quote here pretty much sums up what’s behind that resistance.
I have been resisting love. I learned this in yoga today. Vinyasa was awesome. Every muscle in my body feels soar and flexed and ready. I spent an hour opening the heart. I ate an english muffin with gruyere and a pile of pea sprouts for breakfast; green tea and a bowl of chopped cucumber, tomato, hummus & olive oil for an after-yoga snack. For lunch: chick pea, vegetable stew over brown...
One of the greatest parts of having a father, uncle and grandfather who made music is that even though they are gone, I can listen to it whenever I want. And by listening I continue to learn from them. Their wisdom lives on.
on breaking rules
Here is Susan Sontag “on writing.” This is so much about breaking rules. I like how she creates space for disobedience. I am no Sontag, but I make lists like this and then break them and I wonder what it would mean to allow myself space to break. Susan Sontag resolves in her diary in 1977, adding to her collected wisdom on writing: Starting tomorrow — if not today: I will get up...
Leaving NYC for a few weeks is, in itself, a lifestyle change. But I am also taking it as an opportunity to more intentionally take care of my body/spirit. I began on Wednesday by getting off coffee and onto tea. I’m amazed by how well that went (no headaches or apathy) and I credit it to the very comprehensive sleep I’ve been getting, as well as, of course, the cup or two of black...
I am madly in love with my home town. If I had a camera I’d have taken a photo of every crack in the street, every marine door wrapping around an alley way like a lovers cloak. If you were here I would have stopped by the cobbler to show you the ancient tools he uses, and Gabriel the music man would have serenaded us with his fiddles. With a gust of wind we would be covered in the saw...
this is.. →
Sometimes I just scroll through tumblr feeling like an idiot. Why do it? Why look at images randomly, unintentionally, unconsciously? I’m not sure I am even looking. And then it hits me. Some reminder sparks the flame: I want to write. I am on here because I feel like sharing some image. We share and it becomes our commons. It’s not at all as romantic as one might like. These are the...
I wish I had a photo of the breakfast I made this morning. But since I don’t, just make this: Sauté 1/4 of an onion, chopped, for 3-4 minutes Slice a few mini portabello mushrooms, sauté with the onion for another few minutes. Rinse and chop a handful of mustard greens and spinach. Add once the mushrooms and onions are translucent. Put a lid on it, let it all sauté for a few more...
La Cultura Cura
I have a long week ahead of me. I feel like I’m getting sick. It’s starting to get really cold. Last week I stopped eating meat… this is no small endeavor for someone who grew up on freshly sliced prosciutto from the butcher down the road. I was taught to make gravy (i.e. red sauce) by first sautéing a chunk of pancetta. On top of that I spent the last year in a relationship with an...
alone in the woods (with you)
Some day I will create a family escape kit. It will include: Scrabble Board Jar filled with corks and lighter fluid Matches (to be continued)
if you don’t watch out, i’m gonna mod podge my heart to your brain.
I’m confused about beauty and being beautiful with each other like Dorothy Allison challenges us to do. How to forgive without sacrificing? How to be honest without risking sovereignty? How to take risks without falling? How to … (more later)
A Map to the Next World by Joy Harjo
In the last days of the fourth world I wished to make a map for those who would climb through the hole in the sky. My only tools were the desires of humans as they emerged from the killing fields, from the bedrooms and the kitchens. For the soul is a wanderer with many hands and feet. The map must be of sand and can’t be read by ordinary light. It must carry fire to the next tribal town, for...
chocolate chip banana bread
Always ensure that house is filled with ingredients for baking. That way, when those in the home feel inspired, baked goods be made.
i will drink a second cup of coffee. because it’s friday. because i can
The Perfect Union: Northern Italy meets New...
I came home Tuesday after a long day commuting through rainy New York City to student-teach 4 periods of 8th grade Social Studies. I felt exhausted. But the problem was, I had been tired since lunch time, yawning through meetings and 1:1’s. Because of this I knew that there was something missing in my diet that week. I went to the grocery store across the street and picked up a big bunch of...
When we turn our attention to our bodies, feelings, perceptions, impulses, and...– - Stephen Batchelor True. It’s partly for this reason that writing letters feels so good - to process our selves in that very moment that we are writing, knowing that we can always “go back later” to process our selves again. The letter reader does not assume our stories to be...
Words are not Bodies. i.e. don't ask me what my...
Words will never carry the full body of a meaning. Bodies hold infinitely more than the words we use to describe them. Bodies are stories. Words are collections of letters. Words on bodies are that “frail emergency bridge” that connects our everyday reality with our wildest dreams. “The word connects the visible trace with the invisible thing, the absent thing, the thing that...
very little boy on subway took one look at my lip ring and looked up at his mother to ask, “can I have a mouth earring, mom?”
If we are not beautiful to each other we cannot know beauty in any form.– Dorothy Allison
Struggle is par for the course when our dreams go into action. But unless we...– Robin D. G. Kelley, Freedom Dreams: The Black Radical Imagination, Boston: Beacon Press, 2002.
If you are tired, sleep.
Good morning good people. I woke up with these words to channel. For those of us with access: If you are tired, sleep. If you are sad, cry. If you are anxious, breath deeply. If you are hungry, eat. If you are dehydrated, drink water. If you are achy, stretch. If you are melancholy, exercise. If you are horny, masturbate. If you are lonely, write a letter. If you are inspired, make...
pane e politica
Bicycle Revolution →
writing as a collection of found items -inspired by Zadie Smith.
… I’m fortunate in that I am 46 years old, and I do have a nifty...– David Rakoff, writer. Died Thursday at the age of 47.