(Standing) In Place
Sittin’ on a pin, too tired to get up Johnny Watson I’m standing, after...
The Barrow Poem
Out my window it’s raining and if I were to walk outside I would be in the rain, and I think of the short poem by William Carlos Williams, that you probably know. I wondered why the word barrow was separated out in the poem, from wheel. I only now discovered barrow...
We (the people)
In South India in February, March and April 1997 we kept our hands off banisters when we visited friends in the Metropole Hotel and didn’t hold onto railings of rickshaws. We stopped sticking our fingers in our mouths and washed our mangos, papayas and bananas before...
Now, Where Was I?
I can’t find the Atlas Theater. I drive in circular patterns through CU’s Boulder campus. Like a dream, something is familiar (I went to school here). When I’m lost I follow random people. I follow another car through the Do Not Enter sign, which takes me right there....
Light
Look. This is your world! You can’t not look. There is no other world. This is your world; it is your feast. ~Chögyam Trungpa “You may not feel the light, but you are the light.” That’s going to be my topic tonight, I decide. I am outside the studio before...
The Dance
The temple bell is done But the sound keeps ringing Out of the flowers ~ Matsuo Bashō The particular movements are familiar. Hug ground stretch and throw a leg over, curl up to sit. Melt down again. Hello moving body. Hello studio walls, torso, arms,...
Life (leaves without warning)
So you should view this fleeting world -- A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream, A flash of lightening in a summer cloud, A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream. ~ The Diamond Sutra Sunday afternoon I attended a celebration of life ceremony for a...
Raising Cattle
In 2001 Thanksgiving Day Steve and I drive East on 66. I was nervous to meet Steve’s Aunts and uncle and cousins, and nieces and their close friends. So we drive down the road and listen to all of Alice’s restaurant on the radio first. I carry my bowl of...
