Last night I hung out with my friend Lisa, we had some dinner and wine and she taught me the pour painting technique that she does. Those are the two paintings I made. They take about two days to set, and they’ll continue to change until they’re dry. This is what the red and teal…
AN ATTEMPT TO UNDERSTAND JEALOUSY
What is it in the brain that makes us want to be special in someone else’s eyes and life? What makes us want to be the first, or the only, the last, the best? What makes us see certain things as sacred? For me, the flip side of this coin is jealousy. I don’t always…
KNOW THYSELF
Two nights ago I was asked what my Enneagram types were. Until a few months ago, I knew nothing about these personality type indicators. I saw people posting them on their dating profiles. I took a test in November – and my two highest scores were type 9 The Peacemaker (98%) and type 2 The…
LONG NIGHTS
It’s after midnight. I just got home. I’m eating some peanut butter straight from the jar. I didn’t write yesterday. The tank was empty in the morning… and well, I just got home. This is how I expect my week to play out: 12 – 15 hour days, the last 3 hours of which are…
*POP*
Happiness. I write, often, as a way to give voice to my inner workings…. the battle between thinking and doing, the tug of war that lives in the very word between (love and hate, joy and pain, feeling and reflecting). I write (and read) in search of my interpretation of a good and meaningful life….
TOLERANCE AND MERCY
Today was one of those grey city days. Low clouds obscured the tops of the buildings and a cold mist ____ the city… poetic word choice: blanketed feels too cliche, swaddled is too warm, fell is too passive, enveloped? pestered? nibbled? permeated? lingered over the city…. I made my way to Cafe Keough, read a…
EXPECTATIONS: WANTING EVERYTHING AND NOTHING AT ALL
This morning’s fodder begins with the increased pressures we put on our partners and the increasing isolation we feel in modern society. I opened up a new browser tab and after a brief search on the neuroscience of how grief affects the brain, I scanned my pocket recommendations. I’m came across an article in The…
THE ART OF LETTING GO
This is not at all what the title might imply…. intentionally so. Today I spent part of my day at Cafe Keough. I tried to write, texted a bit with a women in Kentucky, read some great poems. I wanted to quote everything. You can walk out of your lifeif sadness properly instructs you.And can’t…
FUNNY CLIPPINGS
So much of what I write is an attempt to straddle the space between happy and sad, joy and pain, love and hate…. not the most lighthearted topics. Today I spent some time cleaning up the photos on my phone. While doing that I came across so many comics that I had taken pics of…
MY CORNER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM
I’m a little slow to start this morning. I suppose this isn’t that different than half of my other mornings. I wrote a title last night before bed – swagger. It was going to be a short playlist of the songs I listen to as I walk around Memphis. There are days I feel like…
A TREMENDOUS DANGER, A TREMENDOUS RESPONSIBILITY
From our formative attachments to our great loves, relationship is the seedbed of our becoming, the laboratory of our self-invention and reinvention. Maria Popova I had a couple of hours on my hands last night. I didn’t go out. I intended to write. I’m finding I’m more productive in the mornings (like this morning). I…