The Move.

Most of my belongings are packed into boxes, bags, and whatever other kind of container I had to stuff them into. August always reminds me of my impermanence. The summer is winding down & I have to move into my first apartment on September 1st. The only things left in my room are a couple of plates, a towel, my bedding, my copper buddha, incense, & my prayer beads. Most days, I wish these...

Lemonade

It's summer in Massachusetts, which means you are always thirsty. The air is so heavy it wrings you out like a wet cloth. I can never keep up with laundry so I have developed the habit of dousing things in incense. It works most days, I think. Today is one of those days where the weather is determined to sweat everyone dry. I want the storm to come in, but it sits on the horizon waiting for the...

Cambridge Art Inspiration

There are artists who create for themselves. On my walk to breakfast the other morning, I passed by the big purple fence on Brookline Street headed into Cambridge. This walk is a ritual. The big purple fence is part of the landscape here. It's known more moons in this city than I have and more legs than I will ever meet. I was lucky enough to see the artist. I am humbled at the site of one who...

New Bike

Two legs can only carry you so fast. As a kid, I learned to ride a bike up in the mountains. When I get on my bike now there is no smell of pine or warm & dry summer making the air more brittle than bone. When my sister used to hold my hands over my handlebars the act was nothing political, just a normal step in teaching a child how to ride a bike. In Boston, when I unclip my bike from the...

Bear Brook Ultramarathon

It's been almost two weeks since I completed my first ultramarathon. It was a 50 mile trail run in New Hampshire at Bear Brook State Park. I have been trying to write about it since I crossed the finished line - no - I have been trying to write about it since mile 57. We got lost along the way and ended up running 100k, but at that distance, there is no difference in mileage. At some point, I...