August 28, 2011.
Perceptions that hula-hoop around reality: social media and beyond. Little boy who wouldn’t stop crying on bus. Walter from Verdi Square knows with certainty…
It’s truly a still Sunday here in New York City this morning. Not a sound from a dog, car, child…neither near nor from afar. Usually in order to capture this temperament of quietude I have to be up around 6:00 a.m. given by 9:00 a.m. the seal of stillness begins to pop, someone crunching a bag of potato chips in an empty hallway.
Yet somehow this is the least still it has ever been because of the tropical storm. The leaves are speaking loudly to the wind. I ... read more »
Tagged life, non-fiction stories, nyc, social media, twitter
August 21, 2011.
Normal is another world phenomenon; Helping the exceptions stand out for all of us in ANY form is art; From the memory box: desert sky and Wilma Rudolph. The foremost task of education.
Stillness is a flower that doesn’t always have a fragrance. Or perhaps the perfume is sans alcohol so one has to be really sober to take it all in. Similar to a real yoga practice, what comes forth is not always bliss but gunk. But if you allow some space and don’t hold on, the gunk slides away, and real bliss doesn’t always feel like happiness but it surely feels like freedom.
Today’s Sunday is some shy rapture. It’s raining ... read more »
Tagged art, choices, education, life, memory box, non-fiction stories, relating, wilma rudolph
July 31st.
Misunderstood dreams shape-shift return to sleep in cities like Prague. Happy Birthday to my mother. Stillness is some Doppler effect.
It’s July 31st and it is my mother’s birthday.
I read this year’s July came with an extra offering: one more Sunday. I also learned that this will not happen again for some 800 or so years. I checked the facts on this. Such a combination occurs far more often than every 800 years. The last occurrence was in July 2005. The next one will be in July 2016. It might as well be accurate though. Yesterday feels like years ago.
Who keeps track of Sundays besides those who are harvesters of Stillness? No ... read more »
Tagged art, choices, dreams, life, non-fiction stories, prague, relating, travel
Delayed posting. The website was down for 12 hours.
July 24th.
A woman named Yo; the windmill within, World Rivers Project; truth is a deadbody…
Stillness is some fog today and thoughts heavy sandbags.
There is a blanket of clouds made of stubborn gray covering the Prague sky for days now. Except it was shyly sunny yesterday evening. The sun was blocked again this morning.
The sun can burn yet its power is invisible against fluffy, goofy, bulky clouds who too visit at the mercy of winds. Mirror, mirror on the earth’s wall, who is the strongest force of them all? They all win against us as the elements draw even against one another.
Some ... read more »
Tagged choices, dreams, life, non-fiction stories, prague, travel
In a recent conversation I said, “I allow whatever needs to find me, find me. Or else there is no end to the search of ‘what else is there?’ It’s been like this ever since I was a young girl.”
This took me back to a letter I wrote in February 2009 to my closest friends via email. At the time I was living at home in California on my parents’ farmhouse, half-way through my year long hiatus from New York City, and friends sincerely wanted to know “How are you?”. Although I did not quite answer that question, I did share something relevant.
I share the email-letter below, only partly edited.
~a.q.s.
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Tagged authors, Elie Wiesel, life, maya angelou, non-fiction stories, questions, relating, words
