• The Importance of Ritual

    To make the point that is the point of this post, I need to illustrate with a personal story. My sweetie and I, in an effort to cold turkey clean up our health in a desperate gambit against sloth, stress and age, and joined in by my mom and sort of by my dad, have decided to go for a month without any alcohol, fried foods, white grains, or white sugar, and drinking an approximate crap-ton of what they call ‘sassy water’ which is water with cucumber (bleh), lemon, mint and ginger. Added to this, I decided to lean into this whole thing, and I added a rather radical screen…

  • Uranus Retrograde, or Playing Catch with a Runaway Mind

    I’m sitting here on a Sunday afternoon while my very type-A, productive, industrious sweetie wrecks the kitchen doing 50 things with chickpeas, making kombucha (no really, she calls it ‘the buch’, and today’s is her third batch), making a flower arrangement from yard flowers, meal prepping for the week, and generally going toe to toe with her doubts, fears and issues, shaking their hand, sitting them firmly on the couch and moving on. Because she’s like that, and able to do that. Unlike others of us who come face to face with the same, listen to their 5 day long monologue, take another 10 days to think about it, agree…

  • Daily Practice

    Something I’ve realized is that despite what I previously thought, one can stop doing art, and not go crazy. There’s this notion that “I have to make art, or I get twitchy, unsettled” etc, etc, etc. The common statement that “I make art, because I have to.”  But you know what? You don’t. You don’t have to. You’ll only be twitchy for a little while. You won’t go crazy, you won’t necessarily get into an unclimbable funk, you won’t lose who you are. You can stop making art, and life goes on. You’ll engage in the love you have, eat good food, drink good wine, and go on with your…

  • The Ghost

    There’s a common idea of what anxiety looks like. Panic attacks, outwardly loud fear in your head, strong physical reactions. Sweat. Incessant thoughts. And yes, anxiety is that, sometimes. But. I always say that ones demons are going to be just as smart, just as savvy, going to sound as reasonable as you are. And in some cases, sometimes, that goes for anxiety too. Anxiety can learn, and grow, and get better at it’s game. So sometimes anxiety is quiet, very convincing, and sounds like a rational voice arguing about how silly it is to go out and spend money unnecessarily, that there’s a lot to do around the house,…

  • Staying Afloat

    Life sometimes gets…heavy. And sometimes it’s tricky to talk about because it feels weird to be complaining when you can’t count your blessings on both hands and both feet. There’s this common misconception that the blessings neutralize out the heaviness and stress. And we might intellectually know that this isn’t true, but it’s hard to really internalize that anyways. So then you feel ungrateful and unmindful, and, still, stressed and hopeless and possibly depressed, almost definitely anxious. Lately, my wife has been spending her spare time reading the increasingly common articles coming out every day about the ecological disaster we’re all either ignoring or completely in the dark about how…

  • Paying Attention

    Overheard in a coffee shop: “Custard?! C’mon, nobody is passionate about custard!!” This actually brings up a good point. No, not about custard. (and frankly, I bet there are people out there that have fairly strong feelings about custard. Especially Flan, which is latin custard. Oh boy are there Puerto Ricans out there passionate about their flan. Anyways, I digress….) So, the good point. I don’t know about you, but I have a very strong tendency to close my walls up, in various ways. Either by hermitting at home (which is easy enough to do, since I work from home), or falling into my notebooks, or putting my headphones on…

  • Rainy Days and the Tao

    It’s currently 65 degrees here in Charlotte, NC, where I am. It’s overcast, and it’s been raining off and on for a few days. Unusual, especially considering that a few weeks ago it hit 100, which really is never supposed to happen around here, and it’s been hovering between 87 and 90 during the day in recent weeks. It’s still too early in the summer to be keening for the fall, but I always appreciate this weather. It’s the poet in me, I suppose. There’s something about a gray, rainy cool day that’s somehow comforting. It brings up the warm blanket in you, and the dimlit corner everyone has to…

  • Wanderlust

    “The peculiar German word, wanderlust, has no literal translation into English. It’s often defined as a profound desire, a lust, for travel. Real travelers, those who yearn to go, know that any travel is as spatial as it is metaphysical: every journey is also an inner movement. If one has wanderlust, spiritually, then a journey can happen without necessarily involving any change in geography. Such a practice includes all the characters we meet and the experiences we collect along the way. It even implies a phenomenon in which it’s possible for one to become the place visited.” From an article on Faena Aleph. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the…

  • Sales Pitches, Choice, and The Art of Contentment

    I’ve been thinking about coping mechanisms. Admittedly, this is a long one. In this society, we’re sold a few different and related messages, in order to, ultimately, sell us things. In order to sell us a thing, they need to convince us that we need it. In order to convince us that we need it, they need to convince us that we and our lives are deficient without it. And the thing they’re trying to sell us? It doesn’t just go for items-shoes, food, drink, etc. It goes for the entire consumerist lifestyle. As Ellen Goodman once said: “Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work, driving…

  • Ordinary-ness

    Momentum is an interesting thing. Especially when it’s stopped. And especially when that stop is good, and necessary, and organic. For the first time since the start of the 2018 holiday season we, my love and I, and to some extent the pups, find ourselves without a trip, big visit, big event, or other horizon line ribbon in the distant. We’ve been working towards this, all year as we hopped from place to place, and prepped for this and that event, but even so, it’s a bit of a vertigo feeling you get when you don’t have something to move towards. Just the day, just a weekend that’s just a…