I heard Seth Godin talk about the idea of “hiding”. When we can’t choose which path to take. It means we’re hiding. Plain and simple. Like a kid playing a …
*NB: Both photos above were taken by my friend during a fab day in New York City. Thanks, sweetie!
We all have one phrase. At least one. A line we know deserves to be on a t-shirt. For people to walk about town in. People passing by in the …
Expected: Seeing this on display at the Cloisters (a branch of the Metropolitan Museum of Art focused on the art and architecture of medieval Europe). Centuries old. Unexpected: Days later… …
Red apples hang frozen in a stick-dry, snow-dusty network of branches, against lamb’s wool and pastelblue of sky, a crooked woodenness, a wizzening red. – Margaret Avison, Sunblue (23, 1-5)
Fair warning: a little intense and deepy-deep for your Friday. But this is my wish for someone I love deeply… You coddle your pain like a newborn. You nurture him. …
I heard Barbara Marx Hubbard recount the time she once invited Maslow to coffee. She sought to learn more about the field of psychology and wanted to surround herself with …
“There’s never too much clapping, Bubba.” We stood at the National Arts Centre in a standing ovation following the performance of the Messiah. By the third standing ovation, my hands …
A few years ago, I called to speak with my aunt in the hospital. She was ill and knew she was dying. I was living in Manhattan at the time …