I came home to grab lunch since my parents are here (well, right now on their way out to JFK for their trip to Turkey…they arrived late last night from California…unfortunately, not a long stay, but it will be a little longer on their way back from Turkey).
I told them this small story and said I didn’t have time to tweet share with folks. It’s been a whirlwind few days…all filled with magic and joy…but still a bit too fast…
They asked I write it down somewhere. And since this is the most organized space I know as compared to what is on and underneath my desk and shelves, here it goes…
This morning in ... read more »
Tagged non-fiction stories, nyc, random, relating
February 12th, 2012.
Love like my parents. Love like yoga.
I like when I re-read something that I wrote and I find it is still accurate and applicable at large. A favorite t-shirt that never gets old. This brings me immense joy and surprise. Somehow it makes me feel I caught the hand of Time and danced to a short tune barely audible. I don’t feel this way towards most of my fiction attempts. Not yet anyway. I am deaf and Time mute when it comes to fiction. Then I am humbled: authors who passed the test of Time were indeed some gods.
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My eyes don’t make natural tears as easily anymore. ... read more »
Tagged choices, life, non-fiction stories, relating
It is a new year after all.
Makes me wonder about all those other “new” years. I never felt they were new per se so it wasn’t that I got duped the last decade with the habitual hype at the end of the year. It is just that I couldn’t participate as authentically as I would have liked because I knew better in my bones. But this year is finally new.
new | n(y)oō |
adjective
1. not existing before; made, introduced, or discovered recently or now for the first time
2. already existing but seen, experienced, or acquired recently or now for the first time
3. just beginning and regarded as better than what went ... read more »
Tagged 2012, art, choices, ibn sina, life, non-fiction stories, process of writing, relating
December 18, 2011.
Herman Hesse’s Demian. “Tug on Anything at all…” A fortune-teller who could tell all but one thing.
It’s not easy to leave New York City. A stranger-friend, an Italian Ph.D. student, must return to Italy tomorrow as her yearlong fellowship is finally over. And she is not ready. I don’t think those who come to New York City for anything but an idea can ever leave that idea behind. At worst we carry that idea that is New York City with us wherever we go. At best, we return again. And again.
Love is a hard idea to give up.
What will she miss the most, I asked her? She held back ... read more »
Tagged choices, herman hesse, life, non-fiction stories, nyc, questions, relating, sublime flux
Still Sundays.
October 23rd.
This Sunday I want to share Stillness with another all day long. I’ll take Stillness in any form but it is some fiesta when there is two (or more) to honor the muchness of nothing but together.
When we were growing up and even now when we all gather at our parents’ farmhouse Stillness serves as a blanket as well as a straw. In the hours of the morning everyone sits in the living room to have meaningless conversations—”No one really wears socks that color with a suit!”—to a profound statement thrown into the living-room air like a boomerang: “One can’t truly articulate actual self-realization.”
It’s as if the morning Stillness over ... read more »
Tagged life, non-fiction stories, questions, relating
