**I've been wrestling lately with topics for a substantive, essay-like post but haven't come up with anything that satisfies me. So, I decided to take a slightly more creative approach, opting once again to play around with stream-of-consciousness. This post is a kind of internal monologue in which I discuss and raise questions about some of the reading [...]
Wild Woman
I am not fit for sunlight I was made for clouds and madeleines and the kind of sweet nostalgia that sings It was never truth I wanted, but beauty the sum of her stems and curves the ecstasy of her lines, her heaves, and her sighs bare bones the turning of a season that bears [...]
On Erotic Self-Awareness
I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me—the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, like a country, [...]
On the Art of Responsibility
This isn't a post about answers. It is, in fact, less an offering of original insight and more an incorporation of someone else's insights into my own awareness. It is a query, a realization, a decision, and an experiment. And it glimmers with possibility. The brief discussion that follows is inspired by a recent reading [...]
Creativity is Harder.
Since returning home from the Kilimanjaro climb, I've had a number of friends and co-workers ask me when, or if, I was going to publish a blog post on my experience. In the form of life lessons, distillations of wisdom, or a trove of teachable moments. Eh, at some point. Maybe. The truth is, I [...]
Self-Fashioning: The Impression
I envision the feminine experience and its many, delightfully (and often humorously) nuanced facets as being comprised of layers. Feeling pretty or wanting to be wanted, for example, are surface impressions, I believe, of much deeper phenomena. Indeed, the more I consider the experience of my own femininity as just that--as a series of impressions, [...]
On Sensual Living II
We want to be the poets of our life—first of all, in the smallest, most everyday matters. - Friedrich Nietzsche I imagine that, of all the creative games we play, some of the most purposeful and functional are those designed to transform otherwise painstaking components of our reality into more tolerable—even pleasurable—experiences. Work. Errands. Personal [...]
