POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
It is still dark when I rise in the mornings. But the sun rises while I walk Leonard around the block. It is nice. But we change the clocks this weekend. We gain another hour of darkness. And every year around this time I remind myself not to let myself get too hopeful about the…
The more difficult things become – subjectively – the more I want to make beautiful things, and the more frustrated I become with my lagging craftsmanship. I spend evenings in the studio staring at the paper. Judging. I should have invested more time here. Been patient with myself. I understand now the absurdity of impatience.…
I forgot to hit publish yesterday. And that’s the way the day played out. The minutes and hours slipped by unattended to. I try to tell myself a day lost is not really a problem. That there was some meaning in it – a justification of some sort. But no. I wallowed in a kind…
You can’t wander into a flow if you never begin moving. I’ve begun thinking in terms of platitudes, I’m afraid. It is probably time for another break from social media. There’s never enough time in the day – and that has to be a matter of structure and attention, not time. A matter of pulling…
Moving through J.’s vinyasa sequences again. The post-Covid restrictions class is full but it’s also permitted to use the space at full capacity, so it isn’t a race to get a spot anymore. I have this odd sense that things are falling into place again. I recognize this moving body. This tight-tight hamstring. This good…