by Katharine Kaufman | Mar 28, 2018 | today
Fall 1985. Boulder. Driving down 9th street to Danelle Helander’s Friday afternoon technique class. I think I won’t be able to make it through class on the cigarette and coffee with milk I had for lunch. Eyes on road, left hand on wheel, right hand reaches to floor of...
by Katharine Kaufman | Mar 28, 2018 | today
Every meeting is surely a separation. * After Trungpa...
by Katharine Kaufman | Mar 28, 2018 | today
My father taught me how to move with wind and water. He taught me to read the direction of the wind by turning my cheek, appreciate the lines of the sail and cleats and tiller. He said, watch out, you’re luffing. Luffing is when the sail is not taught; there is...
