Posts Tagged ‘Sunday Scribblings’

On my way home I tripped on a giant new crack in the sidewalk. Was it really new or did I just fail to notice it before? On my way home I entertained myself by crunching my boots in the new snow. New to me, but perhaps it had been there for awhile, possibly waiting…

  Context: normally I write my scribblings in Toronto, at a coffee joint called The Jet Fuel where I spend way too much of my time (and hence call it “my office”). I usually write it before I teach my Sunday Nia class. Today I’m scibbling in Seattle. Different vibe altogether!) Now I am sitting…

Engaging in an “I’m better than you” society, we define ourselves in relation to masculinity. Instead, why not get down and relate to the earth? Then get up and flow with the rhythm of the cosmos. SHE begs us. Stop. SHE knows it’s not working. Simultaneously, She pleads and shows us better ways. Wait. Dividing…

The glory daysThe carefree waysSpinning-round-invoking-hazeThe deliberate “I’m unbeatable” phaseOh me, oh my, I’m in a daze! A triumphantly mis-spent youth. An evil gazeA hurtful phraseSleepy, pimply, angry daysThe “you just don’t understand me” crazeOh me, oh my, I’m in a daze! A dazzlingly mis-spent youth. Whispering, gossipy, “I’m ugly” daysThe “I’ve invented BETTER ways”A daring,…

I am the means by which something passes, or is inspired to flow or move, from one place to another. Sherpa. A term of endearment that my husband uses. “Why won’t you let me carry something for you?”, he often asks. I am alive, protected and safe. But only if I am carrying something. Usually…

  “Knowledge is like money: the more (s)he gets, the more (s)he craves.” Henry Wheeler Shaw Dough Moola Bacon Dinero Dollars Bread Coin. I hate thinking about it. I wonder why I have such anxiety when it comes to cash. The discomfort runs so deep that I take a flight or fight approach to money.…