A path we know by heart

It has been five years. Just now, a bluebird alighted on the topmost branch of the tree in front of my window. I am brought back to the tree outside my bedroom window in my old apartment in Jersey City. It is January and almost dawn. We’ve been up all night, my last hurrah before…

Returning of the light – the 2017 Christmas Story

On December 7, 2017, the 2 year anniversary (to the day) of being mugged at gunpoint, my car was broken into for the 3rd time. I made the stupid move of leaving my bag (with laptop) in my car for 20 minutes in Temescal, Oakland. I came back to a smashed window and my bag,…

Beloved, I am here

The leaves start falling around here with what seems like no notice. The air has not changed, in fact, this September is warmer than the months it follows. There has been no cold snap, and no real hint of winter to facilitate leaves falling, or even changing color. And yet here they come – and…

The Morning Before (arriving at Burning Man 2012)

It took until morning to realize what she’d done. For the gravity of this leap to fully settle. She had spent hours and hours planning and packing, booking flights and cars, researching and learning how to survive on the playa, had coordinated all the details like the pro-organizer she was, and not once had she…

the city of never enough

The first part of her to feel home was her feet – her soles recognized the familiar way the wood felt both cool and warm, sticky and smooth. As she put her feet to the floor in the morning, from the bed, from the room she used to own, she felt what it feels to…

A River Unfamiliar

Every morning the sky is grey. She wakes up with faith languishing, muddled by the flickering images of escaping dreams. Breath brings her above water, to bob along in the stream she dove into a ways up. There is no turning around, no looking back: the night has erased all traces of the path behind…

ThetaHealing at the Airport

Traveling has to be hard. That was the thought that had been circling my head all morning, with the faint buzz of a fly that goes unnoticed at first. Now I’m standing in the Qantas check-in line, which hasn’t moved much in the last hour. With every minute that passes, the tension mounts, as air-bus…

Lost and Found

Perhaps life is just one long succession of getting lost and being found. She asked him “what are cities for?” – a question that confused her even in the formation and asking of it. But he understood completely, if not the literal meaning, then what she was getting at – the heart behind it. They…