love

The tapestry of tribes

May 22, 2013 Uncategorized

I remember exactly how I felt sitting in a cheap plastic chair on that little balcony during my first night in Cairo, feet propped up on the railing as I stared out at a softly glowing haze thick with dust and sand. Al Qahirah’s tradewinds blew a hot, dirty night breeze into our faces, and despite already knowing that the city’s air was notorious for turning its residents’ lungs as black as pack-a-day smokers, I was completely in love.

Thanks-giving.

December 4, 2012 Uncategorized

December, Diciembre turned the page with a storm battering windows in the night. But in it I saw the Moonlight framed in cedar monoliths, Laughter rising above our heads like the steam circling upward into the cedar boughs; words of love hope fear worry reflection connection, building and weaving a web stronger than our words and arms, the silent lake standing witness to our communion and our melancholies, Blues poems written into the pages we hold folded at our chestsRead More

On love and impermanence

July 26, 2012 Uncategorized

I’ve gotten up early, before the sun has crested the mountains and while my nineteen other relatives, gathered together from both coasts and the plains in between, are still slumbering throughout the house. The peace is mine alone to savor. I brew coffee while staring through the kitchen window to catch the exact moment that the light will peak over the Marshall range with enough brightness to burn an afterimage, officially announcing itself risen.