There was nothing but white, yet it was never the same white, but all the different tones of white, competing together, contrasting with and complementing each other, achieving the brilliance of light itself. … [Read more...] about My Favorite Things
The spirit of place
Sunday, a blustery day, finds me in the city, destination: the Rubin Museum of Art. Since discovering this sanctuary a few years ago, I’ve been here more times than I’d been to its former incarnation, Barney’s New York, legendary for its own transformation from name-brand men’s wear at discounted … [Read more...] about The spirit of place
12/31/12: On the Edge
There invariably comes a moment at a Leonard Cohen concert when singer/songwriter gives way to pure poet. The softer he speaks, the more closely you listen. It’s a marvel to me, hearing echoes of a song I love, words that were their own music before they would become a song. If the achingly … [Read more...] about 12/31/12: On the Edge
12/12/12: You say it’s your birthday . . .
What tools do we use? One only. It’s called attention. --Charlotte Joko Beck Monday, December 10th. A dreary morning, the sky gray and spongy, an invitation to head out for a walk, into the mist. A good pace (coupled with … [Read more...] about 12/12/12: You say it’s your birthday . . .
After the funeral . . .
. . . I go for a walk. The lure of mid-afternoon autumn light – even more gold and crisp through the filter of magnificent white clouds – is all I need. Or so it would seem. I settle my eyes on the clouds, anything but diminished by the sweep of cliché (cotton the queen of them all). Magnificent … [Read more...] about After the funeral . . .
How sweet it is . . .
A favorite quote of mine – Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away – has me somehow thinking about the ways in which we measure success. Yesterday marked Labor Day, a licensed refrain from what we do day in/day out. Labor, with that first … [Read more...] about How sweet it is . . .
