You know those dreams you’d do if only? If only you had a good voice… if only you didn’t freeze up… if only you didn’t blush… if only you had the technology… if only you knew the technology… if only you knew people…
And then one day you’re on German Guy’s porch reading “Stranger Music, Selected Poems and Songs by… Continue reading…
People, do we have news for you!
Mr. Aardvark, of Aardvark Essentials thank you very much, hereby announces his upcoming partnership with the fear-taming and inspiration-igniting, Shannon Wilkinson. We couldn’t be more excited. (The aardvark has been secretly crushing on Shannon for awhile, truth be told. Don’t tell him I told you. He’s a bit shy.)
A weekly Time Capsule, of sorts, in which I pause and notice. And write down what I love. And notice all the reasons I don’t want to die before my time. And get curious. And am inspired by Mary Oliver’s poem “Gratitude” (in What Do We Know). And do my own little tradition (with a hat tip to
What moves you? I mean, what really moves you?
What takes your breath away and renders you incapable of averting your eyes?
What fascinates you? What grabs you by the collar and doesn’t let you go until you look, really look?
What wakes you up in the middle of the night? What makes the sweat pool in your palms?
What… Continue reading…
Change. It happens. It’s the way of things, of life.
Inside me something’s been pent up for something like forever. Tied up. Stifled. It’s some kind of energy.
Isn’t energy a property of matter related to its ability to perform work? You know, work. As in motion, movement. (I had no idea I had this physics stuff left in me.… Continue reading…
It’s not for not having people that love me. Not at all. And it’s not for not loving people, including a number whose side I would pick up and fly around the world to be at in a moment’s notice if ever they said the word.
And it’s not for not having a dear who I have no doubt… Continue reading…
Leonard Cohen, songwriter for songwriters, brilliant humble genius, the man who takes the shame out of our secrets, who shines a light into our human closets and gives us a chuckle over what otherwise might make us weep…, has a million lines that I adore, and “Everybody Knows” is full of them. This one feels especially apropos of this administration… Continue reading…
Sometimes I want to be my niece Caroline who’s cool and groovy, an awesome swimmer with a butterfly stroke that makes you jump up and down with joy (she’s 8!) and a growing leaf collection. Caroline loves girly things AND earthworms. She thinks slugs are a bit disgusting, but that doesn’t stop her from examining them up close and… Continue reading…
Of late, I’ve been in the throes of a crush and a throng of “what will he/they/you think” harpies has been talking in my ear at about the volume of an 11 on the Spinal Tap amp. A ticker tape of my thoughts yesterday might have looked something like this:
Let’s check facebook. Don’t you think it’s time to post… Continue reading…
This just in: J.K. Rowling will be the commencement speaker for Harvard’s graduation on June 5. Prepare to shut down, our dear fair city, Cambridge. But really… um… I’m nursing a slight resentment here, on account of the fact that in 1999 we got Alan Greenspan, then-Chairman of the Federal Reserve. No offense to the importance of… Continue reading…
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