Chicken 341: like a mermaid

A look at the good and the hard in my week, a ritual of reflecting. It is Friday and we are here. {a breath for Friday.} What worked this week? Beautiful containers. And permission to care about this! I was talking with a friend about lip color, and the many mysteries...

These are the thoughts I think while hiding

There are a lot of things I think about while hiding. There are a lot of things I think about while hiding in the alcove next to my refrigerator, huddling close to the smooth wooden cabinet, appreciating the way it juts out, blocking any view of me from outside the...

Looking. Under. Things.

This is a post about up and under. Up. I want to tell you about Tel Aviv. That city and I had a long complicated love affair that stretched out over ten sweet, wildly intense years. I mostly think I’m over it, but then again, I don’t visit. Which is...

Time will tell.

Tenderness. Tenderness is a word that has changed for me over time. It used to grate. Maybe I had tenderness about tenderness. I didn’t like it. It felt too vulnerable, overly sweet, almost overbearing in its rawness. I didn’t want to be tender. I wanted...

Ringing.

It looked like a cigar. Or did it. It didn’t really look like a cigar, but my mind tried to make it into a cigar, because what else would someone be throwing behind a bush? The woman holding it was maybe a couple feet away. I just saw the shape of it, and the...

Not this and not that.

I’ve been doing a fair amount of Emptying Out lately. Letting things go. Congruencing! Last week I deleted fifteen blog posts from the drafts folder, because I realized I was never going to do anything with them. But I kept one. I wrote this post in July, 2010....
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