Archive for the ‘words’ Category

fieldnotes on motherhood, vol. 3

December 31, 2014

hush now, my love

no need to fuss

and wail as though the end is near


i’ll hold you close

and with my kisses

protect you from what it is you fear


and if all that love

just isn’t enough

to soothe your tender little heart


then come with me

take my advice

the record player’s where i’d start


let’s put us on some Etta

some Otis Redding too

we’ll play some Little Walter

find that Muddy Waters groove


then dance around the room

and fill our souls up with their tune

let their words soak through our skin

and put us in a lighter mood


cuz life can feel real heavy

when you let it in, it’s true

make a tangle of your insides

until you don’t know what to do


but if mama learns you anything

before this life is through

it’s that there ain’t no ill

that can’t be cured by the blues


– a.

december 31, 2014

early wisdom

November 10, 2014

soul is good

{from A Little Bit of Soul Food by Amy Wilson Sanger}

fieldnotes on motherhood, vol. 2

July 8, 2014

i’ve come to love the afternoon with you

that softly rounded peak of our budding daily rhythm

it emerges each day from the dull haze of morning

and floats aloft the often jagged edges of the evening hours

suspended time, it seems

defined by the slow shift of sunlight and shadow

against the living room curtains

a safe space for magical moments

and unexpected gifts

like those few precious hours just days ago

when you, my little jumping bean,

my little guppie always in motion,

grew quiet

and dreamy

and, nestling your head against my shoulder,

decided inexplicably —

deliciously —

to rest

your tiny body slumped against mine

wanting nothing

and giving everything

a fleeting eternity of utter surrender and perfect bliss

and i thought:

this is the stuff of true wonder

this, right here, is what will carry you through

– a.

july 8, 2014

fieldnotes on motherhood, vol. 1

June 9, 2014

remember tonight:

standing on the stoop

just before sundown

bare feet on cool concrete

slight toussle of the evening breeze

whispering of summer

and the stillness

that wrapped the neighborhood



leaving just you two,

you and your infant son,

to hear the birds in their bedtime banter

and see the sunset suspended

in the shatter of water droplets

dangling like forgotten diamonds

from the bouganvilla

the gentle sway of your dance together

the impossible softness of his arm

and the bare blue of sky

reflected in his eyes

just you two

alone in the universe

of small blessings

– a.

8th of june, 2014


February 13, 2013

“a human being is part of a whole, called by us the ‘Universe,’ a part limited in time and space. he experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest – a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. this delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

– Albert Einstein

the vintage man

February 1, 2013


Between a good artist
And a great one


The novice
Will often lay down his tool
Or brush

Then pick up an invisible club
On the mind’s table

And helplessly smash the easels and

Whereas the vintage man
No longer hurts himself or anyone

And keeps on


~ Hafiz ~

my endgame

March 18, 2012

“You know that what you need to do is possible to do, even though difficult, and sense of time disappears. You forget yourself. You feel part of something larger.”

Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi on experiencing ‘flow’


happy friday

March 2, 2012

happy friday

February 10, 2012

with the week i’m having , this pic deserved a repeat post:

god bless the independent book store

November 2, 2011

had to catch an early ride to work today, and of course i forgot my office keys at home. so i decided to kill a little time with window shopping. luckily, Book Soup is just a block away from my new office. not so luckily, they don’t open early.

oh well – their window displays were a complete breakfast in and of themselves.

i’ve pretty much added every book pictured to my wish list, especially Patti Smith’s Camera Solo, Louis Cannizzaro’s To My Sweetheart and all of the new Penguin Classic Graphic Deluxe Editions (the Hans Christian Andersen cover is super sweet).


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