Oh, I’m vain. I caught an appreciative grin from a man my son C’s age, and I’m pluming myself all the way to lunch. I’m mesmerized by a chance photo from last week, looking at muscle definition on my arms: have I been lifting weights that much? Another pair of pants goes in the too-big […]
One dorm-bed week plus a day of 20,000 steps in 2″ heels and the first real thing I did upon my return was to have a massage. Mind you, my brain was (is) still in Glen-mode. So: 10am Monday, relaxing face-down as the therapist addresses the Gordian knot that is my left shoulder complex. I […]
Psalm 133:2 It is like the precious oil on the head, running down upon the beard, on the beard of Aaron, running down over the collar of his robes. Today I read a new note from one of my classmates my workshop friends, another generous hearing and sharing. my heart runs over: into my throat, […]
All the workshops are finished. It feels like a stillness inside a storm… or maybe the stillness after the storm has gone. Though we have a concert, another worship, a dance party to come–and I’m about to head out to see some art in town while I wait. In honor of the tension of waiting […]
“Come,” my heart says, “seek his face!” Your face, LORD, do I seek. Do not hide your face from me. –Ps 27:8 Yep, today’s quote is from the psalm recommended for today in my compact book of common prayer. That’s not its real title, but I’m operating from single-sheet photocopies while I’m on the road. […]
Today was our “free day,” and mine really was. I walked to town, browsed some galleries, saw some churches (one real, one not-so-real-anymore), ate tasty New Mexican food, drank margaritas (one passable, one gorgeous) saw Georgia O’Keefe’s watercolors from her Canyon TX years walked through the pouring rain in the deep dark to end up […]
One. Three entire days into writer/artist life and my perceptions go slant or too artful for ordinary wear. Like thinking it a good idea to structure this post like this. Two. My alarm woke me in the middle of a spitting rage. I was dreaming, and thought at the time I’d tell the dream but […]
I think I want to say something about the thunder. I first heard it as kettledrums but corrected quickly–the roll is distant enough to smooth itself into a percussionist’s work. It’s still near enough to remind me to be wary; I’m not interested in intimately experiencing lightning. I’m told it’s monsoon season. Storms are to […]
Can I write a post in ten minutes? Mark, set… The rhythm here is: workshop in the morning, “stuff” in the afternoon–where “stuff” could be attending instructors’ readings/showings, taking a walk, tacking a class project–and community from dinner until we’re done. Workshop Day One was great–a community of grace, patience, and rigor–and as soon as […]
So tomorrow, August 1, is the Celtic Christian celebration of Lughnasa. It’s a quarter-time, one of the quieter siblings of the solstices. Christine at Abbey of the Arts writes: There is also an ancient tradition at this time of year in Ireland to go on pilgrimage[…]. A pilgrimage is, of course, not a vacation, but […]
