mindfulness · prose · writing

Beauty Lives

Beauty lives on desks, and shelves …and everywhere you let it. A yellowed photograph, a seed, a spool of thread. A grocery list in a loved one’s writing, a feather, or an empty chair resting in the yard. It’s easier… to see the things that aren’t beautiful: the dishes, an unopened bill, a fresh zit. A… Continue reading Beauty Lives

NYC Life · prose · writing

Subway

A single strand of long blonde hair dangles from the ceiling of the subway car. I wonder to myself how this rogue hair got there. Did a 12 foot behemoth of a woman bump her head? Did someone place it there festively like a strand of icicle tinsel? My thoughts lazily bounce back and forth the length of… Continue reading Subway

Country life · prose · writing

Porch Ponderings

Bird houses put up their vacancy signs, reopening for the season. It’s the time of year when Mother Nature’s tiny workers unpack their bundled broomsticks and begin to sweep the cobwebs from the corners of the countryside. The yellowed landscape is crumpled like old paper that has been draped carelessly across the hills. Behind them royal blue mountains are crowned by bolts of whitewashed… Continue reading Porch Ponderings

mindfulness · NYC Life · Spirituality · writing

Shut Up

“Today I’m going to get grounded,” I say decidedly, actually convinced I can make it happen. I get up early and elect to do a yoga video which ends up being way too advanced for me and I’m flailing about wildly, scissor-kicking my legs in the air like a drunken mule all the while repeating “I am… Continue reading Shut Up

NYC Life · writing

Poor Donatello

Sunday night. Low key. Four late-twentysomethings sit in a self-proclaimed “New Zealand” bar in the Financial District. We muse about growing up in the 90s… Nerf guns, Creepy Crawlers, Doug and Patty Mayonnaise. Someone holds a candle up to their face and starts reciting the Midnight Society speech from Are You Afraid of the Dark? only to have… Continue reading Poor Donatello