We are creative beings. While there will always be parts of ourselves that not everyone will know, we were not meant to contain our ideas. We thrive on sharing. We fall apart when we become isolated.
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The Work You Can’t See
Sometimes, I am very, very tired, and in a lot of pain. I choose to be proud of how many times I could have left this plane and didn't.
Ace of Cups
Ace of Cups, The Lover's Path Tarot A large chalice is emblazoned with a winged heart that soars above tumultuous waves. The base of the chalice is set with copper beads, and the inside glows amber. A crown rises above the chalice, reaching upwards to a glorious full moon in a starry sky. As … Continue reading Ace of Cups
Prime Real Estate, No. 2 An Exercise in Futility
I love long walks. One of the best things about New York City is the seemingly endless miles of connected sidewalks and pedestrian lanes. You can walk for hours in any direction, exploring different neighborhoods, seeing every kind of person. It's rich and visually stunning in every direction, especially in Brooklyn. When I've been especially … Continue reading Prime Real Estate, No. 2 An Exercise in Futility
Prime Real Estate No. 1 Congratulations
I write about a wide variety of subjects and in several different formats on this blog. One of my goals has been to share a series of essays about my relationship to New York City - particularly Brooklyn - and what it has been like to live here. This is the first installment in that … Continue reading Prime Real Estate No. 1 Congratulations
Fear the DMV, and Other Paperwork
I know I am not alone in this...
When Recovery Looks Like Art
A big part of my healing process has been teaching myself new things and giving myself lots of little, quiet hobbies...
It’s Not My Imagination…
This lesser-known Cranberries ditty was one of the anthems of my misspent youth. Dolores O'Riordan's unbridled vulnerability, pure joy, and unapologetic grit made her radical in a kind of way. To be a teen in the 90's was to be shaped as a person by her stunning voice and vulnerable lyrics. I am deeply … Continue reading It’s Not My Imagination…
Curing Cabin Fever
Incense and Ink pens and A High Life and ~ An hour with a friend ~ Chocolate Santas half price On January 5th Shrimp lo mein to go and a Can of Coke Added up the sum of these errands A few dollars, priceless for An afternoon in the snow Get out of your house … Continue reading Curing Cabin Fever
Like a Wet Hug
The waves start to wash over my feet and I feel refreshed. I decide to let every emotional burden go. I set myself free, and I suddenly feel light. . .
Putting Down Roots for 2018
If 2017 had a symbol, it would be the plant cut down to its crown, the rotten and broken and nutrient-deprived parts removed, the roots replanted in fresh soil.
