Category: Friends

sunyata: surrender, release, and engagement

I had other plans for what I wanted to write this today- well, last week, or at all, really. That’s how things go, sometimes. In the last few months, two members of my knitting/ disabled community have died, and rather suddenly, too, at that. It’s strange, how those two communities cross over, I suppose, but that’s not what I wanted to…

in which we talk about letters and access

A few things for this cold and rainy Tuesday; I’m trying to wrap up my day quickly, so that I can hop in the shower and head out to a meditation that some friends are running, so please pardon any mess. It’s been busy here, and I have a lot that I want to share, but I’m going to try and…

December, part two: the wrap-up

This is the time when I would generally be reflecting on the year past, but it just isn’t something I feel terribly inclined to do this year. I know what went down. Let’s not rehash the whole thing.

in which we have a guest

This week is all about hand- knit legwarmers, puppy sleep- overs, homemade apple pies (made from the spoils of last week’s orchard run, an annual fall tradition), giant calzones, and desperately waiting for piles of fiber to dry despite rainy days. I’ve got a pan of spices and apple peels simmering on the stove right now while we wait for Sam…

in which there is a sweater challenge

Sam and I have begun to see the barest beginnings of fall creeping around the edges- just hints, nothing definitive yet, but it’s happening, and we’re excited. Obviously, it’s happening- it’s nature, it’s inevitable- but it’s earlier than we’re used to, and we’re ridiculously pleased to have an excuse to pull out our comforter just a little too early, to…

this past month, as a brief playlist

There’s nothing I can say about the month of June except that we are through it. I can’t say that I am particularly happy that we are, but I am glad to see July, with its heat and showy national holiday; it’s a distracting, cleansing, just- over- the- mid- point bit of the year that at least allows me the…

we all know which side we’re on

In truth, I haven’t felt terribly inspired this week. I’ve felt sad, and nostalgic, angry, and a little frightened. Mostly sad. I have spent the week thinking about some of the places that shaped me in my twenties- the Rainbow Room (which closed so long ago they don’t even have a page, damnit), the Lighthouse, my stray nights at the…

in which there is more of this palette business

I know, there was no List last Friday. Not for a lack of Very Good Things, either, but more that I was spending my day in the midst of them and got a little carried away. Friday was for family, and then the weekend became terribly exciting, and so now here we are. This week’s List will just be a…

in which there is a little reframing and a short list

It’s beautiful outside today. I have the windows cracked, and somewhere in the distance I can hear a marching band practicing— or at least, I can hear their drum corps. It’s both nostalgic and vaguely military, muddling together two distinct segments of my life in the strangest ways. Yeah, I was that nerd, before the combat boots, before the languages,…

in which there is always room at the table

This weekend so so so many people tried to get in contact! (Hi, y’all!) I’m very grateful to have heard from all of you, but I wanted to take a quick moment to do a little housekeeping and make sure that I didn’t hurt anyone’s feelings—- Sam and I informally observe a sort of secular Sabbath, so if you tried…