Archive for January 2012

the breeze at dawn

the breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. don’t go back to sleep. you must ask for what you really want. don’t go back to sleep. people are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. the door is round and open. don’t go back to sleep. [rumi (through barks)]

the shores of a different land

the portugese call it saudade — a longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. love affairs, miseries of life, the way things were, people already dead, those who left and the ocean that tossed them on the shores of a different land — all things born of the soul that can only be […]

as we were

we are not idealized wild things. we are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. as we were. as we are no longer. as we will one […]

i touch the future. i teach.

twenty-six years ago today, i was sitting in mr. quincy’s fifth grade class. on a media cart at the front of the classroom was a television broadcasting the launch of the space shuttle challenger, carrying it’s crew of seven. among them was christa mcauliffe, who was to be the first teacher in space. in an […]

the longing

it’s the Longing that ultimately undoes you. when it finds you, it gnaws at your bones and tugs at your chest. it fills you up inside and makes you dream dreams and it drowns you. the Longing keeps you in bed, clutching at your sheets while the world goes on outside. it smells like old […]

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