Category: writing some poetry

and finally, I’m back: shoes all laced up, hair pulled back, tunes turned on, nose out in the wind, breath showing up in the morning air. it’s time to move on down the autumnal alleyway one foot in front of the other. and, of course, there it is again, this utmost sense of freedom and […]

as an entirely new human being, you’re pretty clearly expressing yourself and your experience with mimic, gesture, movement. my task these days is observing, witnessing, being a receptor, and so there they are, your grimaces when you wake up, your fingers and hands reaching out when we’re changing your clothes, your frowns when you’re about […]

beak and eyes so wide open, my little bird frequently snuggles up on my chest asking for food, shelter and quiet. flapping, paddling with her tiny wings, smacking with her tiny tongue, she expresses her hurry, the imminent need. her patience is instantly depleted. as soon as she’s latched on— and she’s professional at it— […]

as the sun sets these days and our little unit curls up in our cozy top floor nest — when there‘s only a whisper to be heard from us parents sending wonder and awe to and fro or a hearty smack and noisy sigh from our tiny bird after nursing— that’s when I realize that […]

she let out her first unmistakable cry when only her head had appeared and her tiny body was still stuck in the place between the worlds. the rest of her journey wasn’t hard, but decisively monumental for sure. arriving on my bare chest and in his sheltering arms around us both she curled up all […]

a birth isn’t a solo ride by all means. instead, I’ve found, it takes all of the echoes of women’s hymns and stories ancient and contemporary. it takes all of the spirits of women long gone and presently moving and shaking these lands and times and questioning conventions and assumptions — especially those of the […]

these last days have been my very own lascivious practice of conscious autonomy: during the day, it’s just been me and my coffee or book or podcast or bike ride or walk or yoga session or friend date or husband date or sister phone call or cooking spree or shopping stroll. it’s been a lot […]

so these days have been about learning around here. learning – as the moment between shedding one skin and growing into the next – at times of immaturity runs the risk of trapping us in turning against the other with defensiveness, harshness, superiority, sometimes even outright disdain. then, famously, shame creeps in and no new […]

as I walk the streets of this city at 37° Celcius and at this point quite pregnant, I just wanted to thank these limbs and bones and skins for having been just so eagerly transforming, welcoming every change throughout the last nine months. let’s walk the final mile and stay strong and rest when need […]

we just wanted to let you know that while it’s so great to cuddle with you through skin and sheets, we’re so excited to cuddle with you out here, too. so whenever you’re ready, we might not be, but we’ll be here, always, the same crazy folks you’ve been hearing and feeling for the past […]

a morning brunch beneath the tent with coffee, fresh rolls and jam concluded our festivities and sparked some cleaning sessions. a true community event it’d been of many helping hands. and in the later hours of the day, when most items were back in their places, all that’d happened seemed so complete that it was […]

the chronic of our wedding day was made up of a few more blissful hours of singing out there on the lawn and sharing childhood memories and eventual goodbyes and seeyousoons. it ended on the bathtub rim, with toothbrush chatter and giggles. falling asleep next to one another, in soft, white, fluffy sheets, dream faded […]

with the setting sun, and the fairy lights turned on, and the low chatter in the air, and my man next to me and all our loved-ones around us, too, there couldn’t have been more magic. but then, alas, four familiar musicians set up their stage and took up playing their set. our yard transformed […]

an elaborate map lit up by tiny lights directed us toward our tables and seats at dinner time. and sitting down beneath the tent, my growling insides reminded me to feed my own and the other soul. how vastly more alive I felt moving through my wedding day at eight months pregnant and round and […]

the warm hours of the afternoon, we spent talking, hugging, making toasts, going on walks, resting a bit, meandering from one soul to the next. every time he and I crossed paths, my heart leapt a bit. then two men appeared on the stone step stage leading into the yard, sharing their perspectives of dads […]

the buffet of afternoon sweets had been sponsored by hands right there with us, but the highlight among the creations was made by my one and only youngest sister. she’d spent much mathematics, a few days, many shopping sprees, boundless creativity, and so much professional aptitude to bake the quintessential wedding cake: one side sprinkled […]

back in that vast and stunning childhood yard of our family, underneath a magical tent with fairy lights all-around we met up again with those few dearest to us. I marveled at my man, directing the first words at our crew, welcoming all so warmly. so moved, I sought to join in, too. in those […]

inside a half-timbered farm house our guests were gathering, willing to witness our commitment and plea for support and grace in the future. we walked in to an old swing tune. the civil ceremony that followed was the closest to a sermonette — eloquent and spirited — we’d ever heard from a registrar of marriages. […]

momentarily, Wagner’s bridal chorus filled the house — voluptuously and roaringly — and my eyes with tears. the ladies had arranged for flowers summery, elegant, fragrant, to make our appearance complete. my dad’s embrace felt like a silent send-off, which would later get sealed with words, utterly pure in nature. a charming, elderly VW Bulli […]

it began with with lots of blonde hair being pulled back and getting curled and sprayed in place filling an entire bathroom and mirror just as it always has for more than two decades. never would I want to miss on that day those who’ve been there since the beginning and those who’ll be there […]