April was quite busy. I’m continuing with Kayliegh Jean’s #Aprilfoolsjourney challenge. Tonight is the spiritual teacher card – the Hierophant.Read More
“Creativity ignited a spark. In that moment, I saw that art is not peripheral, beauty is not optional, but a strategy for survival.” – Terry Tempest Williams
I walked away a long time ago so that I could find out who I am.Read More
We moved to a small room in an annex to the Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church. Nada Gordon was teaching – I think we were free-writing, getting warmed up.
My marriage was a disaster and I did’t necessarily feel like feeling anything – so I focused on the room and the sounds and the imagery and the energy of nervous writers filling the space. I put a lot of pressure on writing to take the place of music.
I’m guessing this happened in 2004.Read More
It was a time when I was alone, not ready to be with anyone. Scorched by the last love affair, nerves still scarred over. It was a Monday night. My friend Leslie texted me, the model for her life drawing class didn’t show up – would I want to model? I said sure, I can be there in 20 minutes. I grabbed a bath robe, drove through the snow, and before I had a chance to think, I was naked in a circle of artists. Next day, I wrote this . . .Read More
Tangent pulled from the middle of this free-write: Brunettes. I love dark boys, the dark hair, the dark skin, the pale eyes. I never thought I had a type, but looking back I see I have a thing for Mediterranean men. Darker men. I love curly hair and almond-shaped eyes. Light brown eyes, green eyes, blue eyes. Oh, but dark hair and lovely sharp features.Read More
I am moving house. Well, apartment to house. Still renting, but I am spreading out, sort of.
Whenever I move I find stuff – lots of writing especially. I write a lot, but it doesn’t mean I type it, or file it properly, or share it.
The discipline is in the order, not the action for me. I don’t know when I wrote this, I suspect right before moving to Arizona, 2006/2007, while I was leaving my husband and living in a basement in Brooklyn.Read More
try to have fun no matter what you do . . . love is everything . . . and go see those musicians you love while you have the chanceRead More
We experienced our grief in a new way – between our teeth, on our tongues, in our bellies. We were full. Our sadness was complete.Read More
Several years ago I learned an exercise similar to the one I am presenting here based on an Abraham Hicks Teaching. This is my own version of the exercise. I borrowed this post from one of my workshops. The exercise was based on writing and using the energy of the new moon. I’ve revised it for […]Read More
Mostly, I invite you to have fun! I am looking forward to seeing creative energies flowing. Although the prompts are linked in some way to the chakras, I encourage you to let go and just write whatever comes to you.Read More
Consciousness. Cracking open the world so that what once was can no longer be and always is. Just a brighter vision and a deeper darkness – an indelible pressing of fingers, lips, forehead. An indelible inkling of something more.
Consciousness, widespread and underlying. Under. Over. I feel myself almost wrapped around a rock, just wanting to send love and hold on to it. I am not falling, I am acknowledging. I am in a physical body; my body can hold the consciousness that expands outward to the cosmos. My body can express the cosmos. My body expresses and collects consciousness – from everything it experiences.Read More