Still Sundays

Posted 5th Feb '12 Posted In Still Sundays
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February 5th, 2012.

The super bowl of social media and creativity.

 

I woke up thinking about Wednesday this morning. As if Wednesday was a person I knew.

This last Wednesday was a chaotic morning and no amount of breathing was going to lift me out of the mushroom of frenzy.

Usually calm and steady, on Wednesday morning I was agitated and hyper sensitive to noise. I always try to see what is the longest amount of time I can go without plugging into music with my headphones. This time even music didn’t help. People rushing to some grand nowhere. I joined them to head to one of the most dilapidated parts of New York City. Poverty has a smell ... read more »

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A Still Sunday Night

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

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 contrary to how we ... read more »

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Still Sundays

Posted 22nd Jan '12 6 comments Posted In Still Sundays

January 22nd 2012.

Biko. Coltrane. My father. Coleridge. Marquez.

 

Writing when you are under the weather is like talking in your sleep. Nothing makes sense; it all makes sense.

It is a Steve Biko kind of Sunday: “I write what I like.”

New York City is under the weather too. It snowed yesterday.

I read a post by a talented photographer in Finland, Annika Ruohonen, this morning titled “January in Finland.”  So this is Finland in January I said aloud without realizing. Maybe my heavy head thought I was using “inside” voices when I was not. I tried leaving a short comment but due to computer glitches, password itches, the comment was lost as was the moment ... read more »

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Practice, Practice, Practice; Emerson on Experience & Surprise

Posted 15th Jan '12 1 comment Posted In Still Sundays

Still Sundays.

January 15, 2012.

 

Last time I wrote fiction was June 2011. It wasn’t even a story but a sketch of words. Prior to June, regularly putting down drafts of fiction, however incomplete, was March 2011. All in all, last time I wrote fiction every week, be it a paragraph for the novel or some story shared on this web space, was December 2010. It would be fair and accurate to state that I consistently tackled the craft of fiction from March 2010 to March 2011 regardless what was shared here—and it was a lot that was shared in this online space. In fact, every Tuesday, come rain or shine or travel. I wrote in planes. I wrote ... read more »

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even angels have shadows

Posted 11th Jan '12 Posted In The Vault
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on my way to work this morning…

you see something every day

and you see it again as if for the first time.

usually happens when there is nothing new to see. or so you have yourself convincedthinking.

still don’t know how to post from my new iphone…but doesn’t matter…taking this Vault to my own website very very soon anyway…

~a.q.s.

 

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