Another week has passed and I’m still waltzing around the edges of life’s ever-expanding dance floor. The dance partners change frequently: wonder for one turn, disappointment for another, curiosity, skepticism, worry, and reverie. All the while, the tune in the background is a series of questions – most of them variations on that eternal theme…
Category: Dear Diary
For the Love of Slow Mornings
When I can arrange it, I revel in the slowness of mornings. With sunshine and coffee, I try to stretch the moments for as long as I can. In the early hours, I love the way the mind loafs, when allowed to loaf. Meditations on people, or moments, or life’s many wandering paths, or the…
Social Butterfly, Lone Wolf, Hermit Crab
The sun is almost noon high. The sky is clear and pale blue. I’m having a tasty and simple lunch. I’ve already been to the farmer’s market, and gone for a run by the Bay, and written a few words that might become poems. The day feels good. Friday, after work, I took the train…
Terms of Endearment: A Meditation on Memory
“Hey babes, I got the wordle in two this morning…” At six-something in the morning with the sun already bright and streaming through the windows, I scrolled social media and the news. Someone shared a poem, someone shared their outrage, someone shared that they solved the morning Wordle and now they feel invincible, someone shared…
Too Much Chaos
Perhaps the best indicator of my current attitude/mood/ambivalence/confusion with and towards the world is that out of the last 15 posts listed on the back-end of this blog, 11 of them remain in draft form. Despite attempting to write nearly every day, nothing coalesces. The subjects range from bitching about AI, to the enshittification of…
A More Productive April than I Thought
Today I was going to go to an open studio event (local artists opening up their studios to the public), but I feel a sickness coming on. It’s that scratchy nasal feeling. I feel like I’ve gotten sick more often in my year-and-a-half out here in San Francisco than I have in other places and…
A Grateful Pause to Start the Day
From the corner of my charcoal gray sofa in the not yet nine am sunlight, I pause my reading and writing to answer a text. We’ll meet at the Polk thing at 1. The we being one of my friends and I and the Polk thing being a street fair with music and beer and…
The Phone as Part of My Morning Routine
If I don’t want to start the day with the heaviness of the world, or the anger over our present moment, I would do well to avoid the news and my handheld sadness machine. Yet, mixed among the daily frustrations and outrage are poems and painting and things that speak the soul’s deeper truths. My…
Hypnagogic Meditations
Despite getting plenty of sleep, I’m tired and only halfway through my morning coffee. For a few moments, I close my eyes. In a near-dreamlike state, I pay attention to the scenes that flash across my mind. I’m standing in a darkened hallway near a set of steps – a woman is with me, we’re…
Home. Again. At Last.
I took the day off today. A few months ago, I had thought of taking today off and getting a new tattoo. It’s the same tattoo I was thinking of getting on my 50th birthday, or on the anniversary of when I moved here, or on other anniversaries in years past. The initial concept from…
Days Like This, Times Like These
I’ve been in a bit of a funk this week. From some time earlier in the week: This morning, despite the sunshine and the sound of parakeets and the clear blue sky, I was afflicted with a pestering case of the why bothers. The national and world news awash in economic calamity was overwhelming and…
April Days Slip Away
All morning, time slips. From sleep to stirring to slowly waking to sips of coffee facing a wool-gray sky. There’s little to report. The days slide by, mostly unencumbered. Saturday we filled the square. We marched. We dispersed and went home. On the bus I spoke with a woman, a veteran undergoing cancer treatments. She’s…