The New Year comes in cold: the air brittle and white. Empty. And perhaps it sounds strange, but for now, I like the emptiness, and I’m in no hurry to fill it. My friends rush back and forth announcing resolutions — buying sneakers and juicers and gym memberships. And hear me: those things are beautiful, too. This […]
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Good words for a new year …
Three-hundred-sixty-five days ago, I found myself pondering this little poem by E.E. Cummings… And it took me longer than I wanted to understand the words — to unclench my white-knuckled fists — but I’ll tell you: In 2015, my empty hands were filled. Oh, friends… today, I’m wishing you the courage to let go […]
The Body Electric: Day Twenty-Nine
We run in the dark: Just me and T, our feet slapping the wet pavement. We run through quiet streets still aglow with holiday lights. Bright orbs as big as pumpkins bob from the trees — a neighborhood tradition — and as they sway gently in the six-o’clock dark, their reflections shimmer in the puddles. And […]
The Body Electric: Day Twenty-Eight
You might have noticed something important missing from this post. Go ahead: look again… Not a single photograph in sight. And there’s a reason for that, because yesterday, I switched off my eyes for a little while, and I just listened. I curled up in a chair in my living room, and I watched as […]
The Body Electric: Day Twenty-Seven
Tonight: I’m home — safe and warm, after all my travels. Rain patters softly on the roof. I think back to the time I spent with family over the past few days, and to the way I gave my body permission to enjoy this holiday fully and completely: I stood over a wide Wolf range, stirring […]
The Body Electric: Day Twenty-One
Can I say something honest to you? I grew up in a world that talked a lot about God — a lot — and I’m not always comfortable with the things that world taught me about him. Tonight, though, as I walk the streets on this darkest night of the year, I stop in front of a […]
The Body Electric: Day Nineteen
Maybe it’s just me, but lately I’ve been feeling like December is just … hard. I don’t have any real emotional reason to feel that way: no family drama. No old holiday loss. If any thing, I’m happy… But I’m also exhausted. And I’m not just talking about my usual bouts with insomnia. I’m talking […]
The Body Electric: Day Seventeen
Tonight, I realize that something has changed between me and the guy I love. I’m at a holiday party when I notice it: in a crowded room full of chatter and hum. I’m making my rounds — a slow circuit from one little knot of friends to the next — when I look up just […]
The Body Electric: Day Fifteen
The thought comes to me yesterday while I am sitting quietly in the hairdresser’s chair, listening to the wet locks fall against the mat below me: those frayed ends have been around for awhile. They’ve seen things I’d like to forget, and they’ve also stuck with me long enough to watch me build a better version of […]
The Body Electric: Day Fourteen
This evening, I stand in the kitchen and chop. And saute. And stir. And smile. There are friends coming for dinner, and that makes me happy. These days, food makes me happy, too. * There was a time in my life where food didn’t make me happy. In fact, I was downright afraid of it. […]
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