When I first met you last August on a bike outing, I quite liked you. We had important similarities and you were pleasant and handsome. I started going to the milongas where you went and texting you occasionally. I flirted with you for several weeks, you seemed to enjoy that for the most part and flirted back – maybe, but didn’t exactly take it anywhere, so I gave up. Continue reading “See You Next Christmas”
Month December 2015
Playing Dead
One of the many aspirations I had going into the yoga teacher training was to find out what it is that the yoga teachers don’t tell us in public classes. I am learning a lot of that. Here is one example. Continue reading “Playing Dead”
A Monday Letter
When we chatted last week, I hesitated to ask you a favor.
The favor was for you to write to me once or twice. I hesitated, because I wasn’t sure how well that would serve either of us, and because the time for asking favors ran out. If I were to do what I hesitated to ask of you, it would go like this. Continue reading “A Monday Letter”
Hands and Hats
You walk late into the philosophy class. You carry a name I want, you are wearing a hat with a pompom. You sit next to your friend. Your friend made space for me before the class; you sit behind me. Continue reading “Hands and Hats”
The Mourning Moon
Devon from the Teacher Training invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner. It was a small gathering, 8 people around the table, mostly Devon’s local close friends and loved ones, only Derek (Caroline’s friend) and I relative strangers.
As we dine, the sun sets, we eat by candlelight. Continue reading “The Mourning Moon”
Love letters understated 