June 24, 2019 § Leave a comment
If you really take a long hard look at your life do you find that it’s basically good? That you are where you are supposed to be. That you are the captain of your destiny and life ( just as it is) is somehow exactly perfect for you. And yet…
Something is missing.
What could it be?
Is it a dose of stodgy Old Faith, religion, pageantry, sacrifice, devotion?
Is it hedonism, a drowning in the pleasures of the flesh?
Is there another way to access, to appease the hunger, to relieve the longing?
There is a path which leads the seeker to a meadow, where they find relief from that itch, that drive, that urge, that irksome desire… for Wholeness, for Holiness, for Unity, for Oneness.
The Path of Equanimity.
Equanimity? Yeah. Let’s look it up.
Joyful Morning, Fam
June 24, 2019 § Leave a comment
Joyful morning, fam!
Let’s rise. Let’s do this thing we love to do called LIVING. Let’s do it in a way that feels good, satisfying to ourselves, and inspiring to others.
We don’t have to please any external authority. We can let that isht go today.
Let’s rise individually and let’s rise together. Ascension is both individual AND communal.
I am here, ready willing and able, to support you in your journey upward and (more accurately) INWARD.
March 8, International Women’s Day
March 8, 2017 § Leave a comment
As I sit here nursing my baby, I wonder at this, her first Int’l Women’s Day. My heart is full and achy. I believe deeply in the change that is coming to this world, for myself, for my daughter, my mother, my grandmother, my sisters and my brothers. Leaving behind the racism, imperialism, colorism, sexism, ageism, ableism, and all other forms of othering, we rise; instead we turn our attention from greed to gratitude, from fear to inclusion, from anger to a fierce love of peace. Globally and within our families we change from blaming to lifting each other up, from controlling to encouraging, from avoiding to caressing, from casting away to inviting in. There is so much to be done and I don’t know the half or the eight or all but a small part of it but I take courage in knowing that we are all in this together. Each of us in our own small way is taking steps to change the world toward honoring the Divine Feminine, protecting our Mother, the Earth and uniting as one human family. One Love. A love that belongs to all and to none.
We WILL overcome those forces which seek to divide us, to beat us, to brainwash us, and to seduce us with shiny objects in order to rule and control us, or try to. No, it is not possible. We are not slaves and we never were. Our hearts and minds are always free, open to possibility, to change. They may try, as ever through history they have, to subvert the concepts of God, of Love, of Hope but we will not be convinced. We will seek out knowledge for ourselves and for each other.
I will do whatever I can to help my brothers and sisters know the truth of who we really are and the power which is our birthright.
We are born human, deserve dignity, respect, clean water and air.
My neck is aching; I’m tired of being stepped on by crude aggression and ignorant fear. I’m scared but I carry on with Fear as a companion. Fear is nothing to fear, its an alert to danger and indeed we, our planet, our existence is in danger. Humans extinction, not to put too fine a point on it.
We must fight.
Self care and fight again. Do what we can, do what we must, each of us creating that new world, that new paradigm. She’s coming.
Book Release Announcement: Could You Be Loved, A Memoir of Scars and Guitars
January 13, 2014 § Leave a comment
I am thrilled to announce the release of my book Could You Be Loved, A Memoir of Scars and Guitars. Go to Amazon.com to purchase a copy for your Kindle. For other ebook formats (iBookstore, nook, Sony eReader) check out Smashwords.
Can I get a sneak peak?
Sure! For a Free Preview and other details, visit the book website CouldYouBeLovedMemoir.com « Read the rest of this entry »
Resonance with Adichie’s “Americanah”
January 12, 2014 § Leave a comment
Reading Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Americanah was incredibly thrilling for me. It was thrilling to experience the poetry of far-off Nigeria alongside the familiar longing and awe of an immigrant to the States. I am full of gratitude for this moment in time when I, an immigrant from the USSR, can read the story of Ifemelu, a young woman from Nigeria, and to feel so deeply her pain and her joy. Perhaps it’s a conscience but the last book I read was Haruki Murakami’s 1Q84, falling in love with the Japanese fairy tale and its quirky crew of characters. These two books are stand-outs! « Read the rest of this entry »
I’m Busy, What Can Yoga Do for Me?
July 7, 2013 § Leave a comment
We’ve all heard that practicing yoga is good for our health. We need more breathing, more stretching, more strengthening the body and more opening of the heart and mind. Yet it’s still difficult to get our bodies to the yoga mat or class. Maybe these words can help.
Scenes of East Harlem in Summertime
June 1, 2013 § Leave a comment
Pink Pink Pink Pink « Read the rest of this entry »
This Kinky Mind: 5 Easy Steps to Being a Better Lover
April 2, 2013 § Leave a comment
Hey, there! Welcome, fellow traveler, from wherever you may hail, pleased to meet you here in this Rest area on the Information Thruway called This Kinky Mind.
* Have you ever wanted to be a better lover?
* Are you looking for an article to send to your lover under the auspices of “Look at this hilarious post I found”?
* Are you pretty sure you are a super awesome lover already and just want to double-check?
Great! Here we go. Based on years of study and research I am thrilled to present This Kinky Mind’s Guide to Being a Better Lover. « Read the rest of this entry »
March 4, 2013 § Leave a comment
So honored to be included in this 12 Questions Interview series. So much fun!
Reality is a Paradox
January 13, 2013 § 1 Comment
Reality is a paradox
And I’m gonna spank that naughty paradox
Until she’s tender, open and coyly crying for mercy.
Then I’ll make timeless love to the paradox
Growling in his ear, writhing beneath him
Scraping my nails against his impermeable skin.
I’m gonna make that reticent paradox
Beg to let him come for me
And in our interdependent co-arising orgasm
I will impregnate the paradox
With dreams of fire and universal consciousness.
And when we are lying there spent
Sweat evaporating into the cool night air
No words need be spoken
No thoughts need be followed
I’ll know I love that kinky fucker paradox
And, by all that is holy and all that is profane,
I’ll know that the paradox loves me back.