balance
late september blue. i work on my grant. i read a good chunk of ruth ozecki’s All Over Creation and envy yummy fuller’s nerve. i plot the future– next month’s travels to france, spain, taiwan and japan. i’m excited, but also tired and overwhelmed. when the road comes for me i do embrace it. carmen’s…
my buttons are your buttons
Applying for grants pushes at least eleven of my twenty-nine buttons. Getting rear-ended by some ditzy guy on my way to yoga did not help. Fortunately the damage was minor– just a couple of scratches. But I’m cranky about it. My new car! (Motor vehicles = massive guilty pleasure.)I did my sun salutes. I breathed.…
mission: transition
There is something East Coast about dinner at the Derkson/Gamble house. Champagne on the deck, then inside to candles, bread, cheese, summer sausage, pumpkin soup, roast pork, potatoes. Cozy catchup, my hairless godson stares wide wide wide-eyed. When the world is new, everything is delightful, so laugh little boy, laugh. The pupils of his eyes…
postcards from elsewhere
always the representation, never the thing. never the thing, always the desire. never the desire, always the gap. never the gap, always the motion. you can’t hold the motion, you can’t stop the water. the river doesn’t progress, it descends. what doesn’t move doesn’t live. what doesn’t fear doesn’t feel. what doesn’t feel doesn’t risk.…