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 »
Tagged choices, life, mama, questions, relating, seekfindseek, story, travel
March 11th.
I thought we decided, I tell myself—all of my selves: the one who likes lazy days of lounging in the hammock made of time, the self who stares at a wall too long after a dream doesn’t quite add up, the self who questions every single day: do we choose to become this thing, this “person”, who writes?—-that today we were going to just enjoy a very still Sunday without words. A drive to Philly was in order to see my best friend, am(Erica). But she will understand, I told myself, like all friends who have been a close part of my life the last two decades, if I changed my mind last ... read more »
Tagged life, questions, story
January 29, 2011.
Stillness bypassed my Sunday morning like a breeze you don’t notice because you are out of breath. Except I was in deep sleep breathing. I woke up long after stillness had closed its canteen. Although I realize Stillness is everywhere and available anytime and it is up to us to reach into the hive and retrieve any amount of nectar, certain moments feel like a red carpet walk to the doorway of Stillness. Sunday mornings are such a walk. After noon the zone is narrow even if you are a devout Stillness practioner.
I gave myself permission to sleep in and allow the body to recover. Everything about the status quo seems ... read more »
Tagged life, process of writing, relating, story
Before social media created the forum which allowed the hijacking of the word “storyteller” as a synonym for bloggers and marketers it was indeed a prestigious art form.
What I share below is from an excerpt to a dear friend and author, over 8 months ago.
I think I am ready to discuss this as I understand it. We are all storytellers. We live our lives in and through stories. At the lowest level of consciousness this is gossip and at another form it can be “motivational speaking,” although for the intellectually evolved such speaking may not yield many new results. We tell stories when we come home to our significant other ( if we have ... read more »
Tagged art, authors, process of writing, social media, story
October 31st.
I submit “Kafka” in my defense. The Prague in us all. Art is not spelled E-G-O.
I know many are expecting this piece to be either about Budapest (where I am right now) or Prague (which calls me back) but I apologize in advance: it is not quite about either. While traveling there exists a cognitive dissonance and I am just floating in the experience instead of writing about it. I will write more about Prague, but not now.
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the third paragraph. Thanks.
What can I ... read more »
Tagged art, choices, fiction stories, life, process of writing, questions, story, wanderlust
