Monthly Archives: April 2017

Grief never really ever goes away. It simply changes shape from day to day. It lives there in the center of your chest  And waits to be expelled with every breath A cloud of mist that hangs over your head … Continue reading →

Just before my double mastectomy, a friend and I were texting, and she said ‘This is the yoga you’ve been preparing for all these years.’ To which I replied, ‘Well, that’s frickin’ bullshit.’ But we both knew she was right. … Continue reading →

Last night I dreamed I was moving freely, Inhaling my arms up over head, Diving over and folding forward,  Straight-legged with my hands on the earth. Sun breaths, outdoors, in an open field.  Then I began to create my own … Continue reading →

People keep asking me how I am? I keep saying ‘I’m good, right now’. Someone recently asked me if I was just putting on a brave face? No. This is not a brave face. This is my face. This is … Continue reading →

I don’t want to be still. Stillness is bullshit.  Clearing my head? Emptying my mind? Being present in the moment?  Total bullshit. To be present in this moment, in the nowness of this very moment, I would have to be … Continue reading →

Last night I slept with the windows open And dreamed of giant birds. I understood each sound they made Like you understand these words. The rhythmic song of springtime was floating through my head This morning, as I woke up  … Continue reading →

One of my favorite places in the world, Branch Brook Park. (I remember the tree, though.) Change is all around us. Every moment. Every breath.   ****