Even my body, my poor klutzy body, the body that hid from gym class, the body that ducks baseballs, the body that is wobbly and injured and aging, the body that loves coffee and cheesecake and a grilled sausage on a bun – While my brain lunges and snaps for elusive rationale, My body, my …
Unveiling
Back from my dad’s “unveiling” in Toronto – that’s a Jewish thing, a year after someone’s death, the unveiling of their gravestone. Family stuff, you know – surreal and wacky and painful and aggravating as shit — are everyone’s relatives as fucked up and crazy as mine?! (rhetorical question). Family stuff. Death is all around …
Leap of faith
I have always had, not a dream but a vision in the back my mind — that one day I would arrive as a stranger to a place, and feel immediately comfortable and comforted – like coming home. And then I imagined, that I would simply march up to the door and say “I like …
Dorje Ling
So I went to visit my spinsta sista Romina on Cortes Island. With one knee swollen from hitting a curb and taking a flying header off my bike, and a heart bruised from over-exertion (from such loving, from loving so hard). Borrowed a rusty bike and went for a ride. Heard there was some Buddhist …
Very interesting times
i have never felt more acutely alive than i do right now. i seem to be developing a perverse sense of humour, that is practically fucking GIGGLING at the most horrendous shit. the giggling doesn’t nec. feel good but the horrendous shit doesn’t necessarily feel all that bad either. it’s very interesting.