So this happened…
I opted for couch potato this fall instead of go-getter. I’m generally opposed to rest. It makes me feel fat and lazy.
Category: I was just thinking
Musings. Often random. Sometimes brief. More than likely not.
Where I am and other false notions
Downtown was sexy and lively; this new place has a different kind of beauty. It’s a beauty I’m still figuring out, but it seems to be the beauty of breath and light, the beauty that snags your attention not to pull you along but to leave you right where you are: standing still and seeing.
When the Scrabble tiles give you lemons
… make lemonade!! to be honest, there really haven’t been too many lemons as of late, but that hasn’t stopped me from making lemonade just the same! in fact, i’ve been so busy with so many good things that i walked away from this blog for a bit. but i’m coming back next week with a new post and some new plans!
Why I said “no” to the New York Times and “yes” to the Albany Times Union
recently, i received inquiries from the new york times (fun!) and the albany times union, for example. i turned down the nyt request and said “yes” to the tu. why’d i do that? (it’s not what it seems, of course.)
writing (and not writing) about divorce
up and down. the pendulum swings and it swings back. i write about divorce. i don’t write about divorce. i think where i am now is that i just don’t lead with it… unless sage asks me to.
turning the other cheek: an (almost) daily practice in magic
i am blessed to have really wise (and entertaining, oh my!) friends. one of the smartest things one of them has tried to help me understand is also one of the hardest to hear: “your suffering’s not so special.” he may have cited it as a buddhist thing (or maybe not), but here’s my tough love translation: “girlfriend, get over yourself….” OR to quote R.E.M. (we should all quote R.E.M. more often. who’s with me?): “everybody cries and everybody hurts sometime.”
what’s inside you begging to be expressed by love
i don’t want you to assume that kristin’s writing sugar-coated or romanticized the farm or the relationship. in fact, if i had to guess, the book’s scales weigh difficulty and sacrifice/death (for both the farm and the relationship) heavier than its victories. what it seems to come down to is what’s inside you begging to be expressed by love — whether it’s love of farming or love for another person. if there’s no other way you can find that bit of yourself, you commit to it. and probably a certain amount of fear about that is good.