POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
My memory has always been poor. I’m assuming that is what can happen when people in your life rewrite your stories for you from early childhood. I was familiar with the term “gaslighting” before it became a buzzword a few years ago. At least I think I was. I know I’d seen the film with…
This Sunday didn’t begin with a Dharma Talk. Which was disappointing. I’d gotten up at 05.15 assuming there existed some unspoken agreement based on a pattern I’d noticed. I went back to bed. Maybe that was lesson enough for today. I’m tired. I’m still not convinced that the burden I’ve been carrying the past two…
We change. At least that has been my experience of the world. Everything in it changes – even if our conceptions don’t change accordingly. We cling to our understandings. Even when they are destructive. We know it of others, railing at our parents for not seeing who we have become when they see us as…
I’ve been in one place for a long time now. In some ways. But the terrain keeps changing. I am continually reassessing, reorienting- Gearing up – or down. I didn’t expect it to feel like this at this point. It’s not that I expected smooth sailing, but at least a clear direction.I figured I would…
An evening run. Because the morning slipped between a coffee cup and God-knows-what. And I need to run. I’ve showered now and pulled on a wool bra and cashmere lounge pants. There’s nothing like cashmere lounge pants. I own one pair because I stumbled over them – misplaced in rack in an H&M- marked down…