by Katharine Kaufman | Aug 16, 2016 | today
Yesterday morning while picking at something on my shirt, fingers around my empty teacup loosened. Cup crashed down, shattered all over the kitchen floor. It happened, I said out loud, and then a pause while my brain got it and then the tears. This cup held my morning...
by Katharine Kaufman | Jul 26, 2016 | today
This time of summer. I want something. Almond milk. I am looking forward to this almond milk , iced, with cinnamon and cardamom, turmeric and barely-malt and extra vanilla, if you must know. I put the almond milk in a blender to see if it would become frothy. In other...
by Katharine Kaufman | Jul 18, 2016 | today
I’m about to admit. . . something. Here . People come to sit at our backyard studio especially when a beloved is dying or sick, struggling or almost dying— a cat or dog who has been daily and close for many years, and whose loss marks time, or a brother...
by Katharine Kaufman | Jul 11, 2016 | today
Certain members of the Zen Peacemaker order sew the robes they wear from scraps collected: This section is from my great aunt’s quilt and this section my mother’s baby blanket and this, ripped work-shirt of my friend who was dead before he turned 20 and it was the...
by Katharine Kaufman | Jul 5, 2016 | today
A great living teacher, Judith Simmer-Brown, has a deep knowledge she expounds quickly. Luckily for us students she writes on the board a lot. I am furiously taking notes before she fills the board and erases it and starts again. One day in Turning the Wheel of the...
by Katharine Kaufman | Jun 10, 2016 | today
We’re not our skin of grime, we’re not dread bleak dusty imageless locomotives, we’re golden sunflowers inside, blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our own...
