If you really think about it, we're always traveling. We are moving physically, we are walking down the street, we are stepping foot over foot into a park, past a mailbox, onto the crosswalk. This is easy travel. It quiets your mind because that is where the real traveling is happening, this is where you are really moving ( Read more... )

Apparently, I'm depressed about being single. Or I'm depressed that I don't have the wherewithal to go grocery shopping. Or I'm just feeling tired. Something is up with me ( Read more... )

Last night at 4 am, after a very late night filled with drunk knife throwing (not by me, or at me), gaggles of family friends, and a long drive home through snow-crowded streets, I got into bed and read an article in The Atlantic about marriage, and how, due to the success of women but also their oppression, it's difficult to find a good man. I ( Read more... )

the light wrinkles on the brick with the shadows of branches ( Read more... )

for every moment
you feel alone, there is a
smaller, unseen self

that is pulling you
together. assuring you
(though invisible)

that there is something
more than single suffering.
we are only small

parts of this whole we
cannot see. we will return
that self says. listen.

her: wish you were here so you could do me ( Read more... )

no. no, there is nothing wrong ( Read more... )

Put an ocean and a river
Between everybody else,
Between everything, yourself, and home
Put an ocean and a river
Between everything, yourself, and home

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Hl6GnmvMMA

There is nothing more beautiful ( Read more... )

I have navigated New York traffic with enough ease and fury to classify me as a non-tourist. At 8 am on a Thursday I have walked through snow banks near Mount Cook and listened for avalanches. I have been in love three or four times and had my heart broken near as many. At seven, I stalked through woodlands bare-chested with two comrades. At ( Read more... )