Got to love these women who took to the streets despite all the odds against them – give me liberty or give me death: April 16, 2009 Afghan Women Protest New Restrictive Law By DEXTER FILKINS KABUL, Afghanistan — The young women stepped off the bus and moved toward the protest march just beginning on the other side of the street when they were spotted by a mob of men. “Get out of here, you…
We were coming home last night, tired and satisfied from an evening out that included some interesting facts about Almodovar I hadn’t known before, hearing music and watching dancing (for a change, watching was spectacular), and hanging out with a friend when we pulled up to the LaLa and found something left on the welcome mat – the outline of a heart drawn with pebbles and a red flower in the center. The front porch…
There’s no place like home! Last night, after a lecture on Almodovar, we went to Frenchman Street to hear music with our visiting guest. First, we stopped at Snug because we have been wanting to hear Jessye McBride who plays every Tuesday, but we were late getting away from the lecture and missed his first show and I didn’t think I could do the late one. So we strolled to the Spotted Cat but the…
Lena Horne said it’s not the burden that weighs you down, it’s how you carry it. I’m just wondering after all this time, why things matter to me so much, like when things are just not working the way they should, or people aren’t behaving the way they ought to, why I still get flustered and take it in the gut. My mantra for today is to see the beauty in everyone and to especially…
We took a long flight home from Santa Fe, and had to wait around because of a mechanical problem that had us switching planes, I almost thought my luggage wouldn’t make it – well, you know, just because. Air travel sucks these days – it really does. Jet Blue comes the closest to making it okay but the rest of the airlines are pale pale pale. Meanwhile, we got home to a stinky Arlene –…
As I near my 50th birthday the one theme that has been loud and clear in the last decade is that the only accumulating I find of value is in experience and perhaps love is the greatest of these. There is perhaps no greater joy than in shared experience, and later, the memories of them. I know many people who accumulate more and more each year and perhaps it is a futile effort to slow…
Easter’s almost over – the snow has melted and we took the high road to Taos – more gorgeous, show stopping scenery – then stopping at Chimayo to see the church, only I thought we were going to see cliff dwellings. Eighteen years I’ve thought Chimayo was about cliff dwellings and then I was standing in front of this ancient church listening to the native accent of the priest offering mass to a standing room…
I’m scrambling an egg for my daughter. “Why are you always whistling?” she asks. “Because I’m happy.” And it’s true. Thought it stuns me to say it aloud; There was a time when I wouldn’t Have seen it as my future. It’s partly a matter Of who is there to eat the egg: The self fallen out of love with itself Through the tedium of familiarity, Or this little self, So curious, so hungry, Who…
We’re lounging for the lord this morning, listening first to Bach on the IPod and now to a God playlist (every song mentions God, I put this together for an Easter long ago). Emmylou Harris’ Western Wall is playing. I’d go out and get some firewood and build a nice roaring Sunday spiritual fire, only we’re supposed to be headed to Taos but instead we’re looking outside at a winter wonderland. This is the view…
We hung around the house this morning watching the snow flurries and talking about Santa Fe – I had expected it to be a touch on the mercantile side because everyone kept telling me about the jewelry and art galleries and stuff to buy – but actually I am surprised by how few people are here given that it is Easter weekend and how confined the shopping is to just certain areas. When I first…