Still Sundays

Posted 20th May '12 4 comments Posted In Still Sundays
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May 20, 2012.

Today: New Moon; Solar Eclipse.

It almost feels predetermined but Albert Camus’ words came to mind nonetheless: “benign indifference of the Universe”.

It is not a surprise that I woke up thinking about Albert Camus since I fell asleep while reading his words last night.

This Sunday morning’s energy is some light in water that doesn’t move quite as you expect.

Due to travels I have been mostly unplugged. I haven’t even had time to “tweet” that I have no time to tweet. This amused me. How strange is this social media trip that constantly makes us feel as if something is happening when nothing is happening?!

Writing today feels like it once ... read more »

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Mama. Mothers. And Other Days.

Posted 13th May '12 4 comments Posted In mama says, Still Sundays
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May 13, 2012. 

Still Sundays

I’ve always liked the time before dawn

because there’s no one around to remind me who I’m supposed to be,

so it’s easier to remember who I am.

~ Story People.

My friend am(Erica) sent me the aforementioned quote earlier this week. She knows that once it is finally summer I prefer to start the day quite early on Sundays. However, I believe and know, with enough practice we can carry Dawn with us throughout the day and anywhere.

I am grateful for the sun after what seems like weeks of cold rain and windy clouds in New York ... read more »

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Still Sundays

Posted 29th Apr '12 6 comments Posted In Still Sundays

April 29th, 2012.

It is so very quiet this Sunday morning. Partly because no one knows how to react to the fact that it is still winter in New York City and we are one day away from May. Compared to Friday the weather is supposed to be a little more “spring-like” this Sunday. Maybe spring has always been a myth. An ideal that doesn’t exist. Or when it does we only see a day or two of it. A tiny reflection of what is possible on this earth—some divine weather—if we don’t mess with nature.

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My work-in-progress manuscript has been stalled for a little over a year now. Of course in that ... read more »

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A Still Sunday with Love

Posted 22nd Apr '12 3 comments Posted In Still Sundays
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April 22, 2012.

Mirror Mirror on Stillness’s wall which Sunday is the truest of them all?

Last Sunday I was swimming in the lakes of nostalgia for certain places and this Sunday the present is all I could ever hope for.

Nostalgia, I hope you like the caricature we have created of you, a doodle of escapism framed in fad.

When I am nostalgic about certain places and times, it is without longing to “go back” unless I am desirous of being imaginative and want to go “back in time” to a period in which I was never born or participated. My nostalgia is more an impromptu tribute to all things for which there are no ... read more »

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We could think what we wanted…

Posted 4th Apr '12 2 comments Posted In Nectar of the Ordinary™

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…

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