The physical heart is to the left of center. The spiritual heart is to the right. My tango heart is, bewilderingly, in Philadelphia.
The first weekend of December I flew to Philly for Lesley’s memorial service. Got there late Friday afternoon back home Sunday evening. Continue reading “Where My Tango Heart Is”
The readers with whom I spoke recently in person know that I am planning to take a break from work soon. Haven’t told the work yet. This is the first time I am (gingerly) putting this in (somewhat) public writing.
Existence of nonexistence is unfortunately different from nonexistence.
I created a life-size hole in the fabric of it.
This is a prosaic companion post to “Unmaking“.
That post was about learning to not love somebody I chose to adore for years, and how surprisingly easy it was, once decided.
This is about recovery actions and acknowledging some of the sadness. Continue reading “A Companion to Unmaking”
I have developed a bit of celebrity crush lately. Have been listening to this guy’s lectures and interviews; had my mind blown; can’t get enough; wonder if what I hear is crazy, or enlightened, or both; wonder if he is attractive in person or as a person. The answer to that last bit: not necessarily, probably troubled; it is kinda fun to wonder though, because the age range is right, and the geography not entirely prohibitive.
Continue reading “The Bell”
Love letters understated 