Not hiding from what I feel. Letting it come. Flow through me. Sit with it. Taste it, hear it, touch it, smell it.
Yesterday gleamed like a pearl on a string of Midwestern October beauties. Warm air, puffy cumulus, wild flowers, and a field recently shorn for hay welcomed me and Henrietta for a stroll.
“I just got a job as a personal assistant, the first job offer in a very long time. And I got it because I am vaccinated.” He smiles, happy for the opportunity. Knowing that he replaced a person who didn’t take the vaccine.
I was listening to the Minutemen’s Double Nickels on the Dime this week when I realized I had never seen a picture of Mike Watt before.
We’re going the wrong way.Tugging at the long red braid of his beard, Konstantin glares at the maze of jagged boulders ahead as if to intimidate them into clearing a path.
I remember the exact day that I first encountered the theory of memetics. I was lying on a picnic table bench across from my wife in Bishop, CA in July of 2017. We had just finished...
As a newlywed, I struggled to make roti, the most basic staple food of my culture. By definition, a staple food should be simple to make but roti and I were not gelling together. How...
“If the core of man’s spirit is fueled by new experiences, why do so many people do the same things over and over… day in and day out?” asked the Muse of Many Questions.
“Well… I want to flourish. Doesn’t everyone?” asked the Muse of Many Questions. “And I mean… if Aristotle… one of history’s most prominent thinkers thought it…
Is the saying-yes-when-I-am-no-and-no-when-I-am-yes a female thing? Or, more prevalent at least, for females?
I am not just simply hungry for skin, but starved for it.
And not just skin, but touch. Hugs. Caresses.
A lot has rain here since last March. The community of salt is evolving. It is not a traditional community with members, it is more like a communality of experiences.
The word culture has been brewing during centuries, a process I find fascinating. This evolution is still on going and it will serve as context to the dialogue that took place in the garden of Eden…
In the beginning, I felt so tight and confined. “It’s not yet time,” the icy winds roared in response to my impatience. “You must wait until the conditions are right, or you will perish before you’ve begun.
Despite my well-worn, grey, pleats near the shoulders, hooded sweatshirt, I was cold in the hospital waiting room. I could see blue sky and sunlight through the windows that looked out into the parking lot.
I used to run away from fear. Fear scared me. I thought it was something to avoid at all costs, that which fear was warning me about. Then I got into a different relationship with fear.
Green is the colour of our fourth chakra. The heart chakra, Anahata. I always wondered why green, and looking for an answer I found it in green herbs and leafy-hearted plants.
A good-humored, middle-aged client I worked with many years ago, a spirited gentleman who returned to treatment around this time of year for help with seasonal affective disorder, opened each of his weekly February sessions with this pronouncement.
I loved the word chiaroscuro from the moment I first heard it, back in 1979, sitting in Prof. Michael Fink’s Italian Art course as an undergraduate studying fine art in Rome.
I decided to get the broccoli pot pie. I know it has gluten – and dairy – but it’s quick, and I was hungry. I told myself something about meat-free...
In 1936, the engineers constructing California’s Pacific Coast Highway rerouted their plans in Mendocino and Humboldt counties and turned the highway inland. The problem...
Upon entering a Zoom call with my wild women friends, Helena complimented me on my hijab. “I love the silver hijab you have on.”
In the quest of searching for love
Grand gestures and excitement
First, he sold the chairs. The patinated pair with the buttons and embroidery. After that, the artwork. The Tintoretto he’d bought in Milan. The bronze statue of the Siren with the dove. The one he’d commissioned done.
Fuck and all the other swear words were prohibited in the Tucker household. There were, of course, certain exceptions. My father’s mostly under his breath muttering didn’t count...