backwards

life is continually and inexorably chronological, but there’s no rule against writing it backwards. especially when life is a bit backwards right now, and my shirt is inside out. so instead of a dawn, I’ll begin with a sunset. squinting eyes and sweaty foreheads as a sister of 9 years tramps besides me west down… Continue reading backwards

qu(art)antine

sitting in my cold bedroom beneath a cold window displaying the lovely view of a cold brick wall naturally led me to go back and scroll through the light-soaked photos of this past winter vacation in the sunshine state. one particular photo caught my attention - it was of my sister’s face laced with the… Continue reading qu(art)antine

undulation

we were reading Gerard Manley Hopkins in literature class. his time-worn, enchanting metaphorical verses, richly ‘twined with religious and spiritual themes, is the very stuff that speaks to my soul. I was sitting at the kitchen table, elbows out, in the house of the little boys that I babysit. they had been asleep for many… Continue reading undulation

unity

every day this week the waves have crept stealthily close to the front lines of families sitting unawares underneath umbrellas, hoping to catch amateur-beachers by surprise and wipe out their colorful and sadly unfortified establishments. seasoned families including our little tribe pile all of our belongings onto chairs and strollers, and build trenches in front… Continue reading unity

trees

he was only 17 when he wrote this, a lonely cry to God that he recorded and produced himself in his parent's basement. over 10 years later, this song has been on 3 albums, has ended hundreds of shows, and continues to inspire and impact millions upon millions of people. just listen, and maybe it… Continue reading trees

you’re an angel fallen down

Ruby - a song lost to most of the world but so wrenchingly beautiful that those who know it keep it close to their hearts - like the precious gem it is. Don't be alarmed ... it takes a while for you to see beyond the dark, pulsing melodies, the desperate screaming, the seeming bitterness… Continue reading you’re an angel fallen down

on sky and star

I'm sitting outside on the deck of the third floor of our hotel. It's completely dark outside ... except for the scintilla of lights winking across the 7x21 mile landscape. "lost without you" is playing in my ears and I feel the wind brushing over my shoulders as the piano climbs into my mind and… Continue reading on sky and star

before you start your day

open the slits in your face and start your day a lot of the trial of getting up in the morning is opening your eyes - and keeping them open. that drowsy alternate-self tugs at the slits in your faces, pulling them shut. but once we've opened them, and kept them open, our day has… Continue reading before you start your day