Calling it

I don’t buy things for myself very often. My deal is that when you keep buying--thoughtlessly proceeding into consumerism--you never calm your self enough to discover the truest source of happiness. It’s not about the shoes; it’s never about the shoes. But I gotta say I think I’m calling it on these ratty pieces of … Continue reading Calling it

Spray of Diamonds

[Just popped in a Paul Simon CD, and now St Judy’s Comet rides shotgun, rolling across the skies and leaving sprays of diamonds in its wake. Music, poetry, words left out like cat food for homeless cats….it’s all part of love]. I've been waking up at sunrise to love like lightning shaking til it moans … Continue reading Spray of Diamonds

The Interiors of People

Quote/poem by Catherine "Kitty" O’ Meara. I just saw that Jared Leto had been off on a 12 day meditation retreat and came back to civilization today to realize it’s now basically gone, and my first thought was how cool and lucky he was to be off doing that so that now he can be … Continue reading The Interiors of People

Baby Blue Dresser

October 17, 1989, I was riding my bike home from my Clinical Psychology class at UC Davis, looking forward to watching the Bay Bridge World Series Game 3—San Francisco Giants vs. Oakland A’s—on TV with my boyfriend, when the earthquake struck. The Loma Prieta earthquake. I didn’t even feel it. The 5:35 game hadn’t started … Continue reading Baby Blue Dresser

Finding/Making Another Dante Circle

And life is too short and too long to live in perpetual dissatisfaction of the moment you find yourself within but what a load of complete bullshit that ends up being when your “moment” consists of five panting, completely-terrified former feral kittens (your first Best Friends Animal Society foster kittens of the year) and an … Continue reading Finding/Making Another Dante Circle

“Cat”

“I’m not what you think I am. You are what you think I am.”—Unknown. I’ve been blessed and cursed with an overactive, curious mind, swaying from science towards philosophy then beyond to where Rumi lays in that grass and the world is too full to talk about, and always I come back to “I don’t … Continue reading “Cat”

Dreamer

Perusing a dusty Post Card Row fixer upper I could never afford, she arrived first and sat in a chair across from me—looking around expectantly—and within half-hour he was there and they’d hit it off, fingers touching then finally outlining the hand of the other, speaking sex into the air with quivering coffee shop etiquette. … Continue reading Dreamer

Ghosting

I don’t know about anybody else but my feelings/senses are telling me that the world is not in a normal place. The word that keeps coming to me over and over is “ghosting,” something I first heard in an episode of Doctor Who in which someone dies but keeps speaking as if she’s alive, which … Continue reading Ghosting