that ghostly corridor

my word of the year for 2024 is TAPESTRY. and i’ll be saying more about what that’s meant for me closer to december’s end.

but i also chose what i called an auxiliary or secondary word >> VIBE. here’s how i characterized it in my head: a vibration that changes throughout the year to align with and adjust to my many mercurial moods. and guess what? it took on an almost alchemical dynamic – altering its shape to fit whatever emotional space, atmosphere, or situation i found myself in. fresh and energetic, in sync with my step, with a sense of releasing me. i checked in to assess my current VIBE from time to time (which ended up being close to quarterly).

so . . . how did i decide the way to describe my VIBE each quarter? well, at the beginning of the year (without even knowing the reason for doing so), i wrote my initials in a vertical line down the page:

A

M

V

L

then i jotted down all of the words that immediately emerged, beginning with those four letters. that is, all of the words that either had significance in my life at the time or that i felt a connection to (and also liked the sound of and idea behind).
 
 
while perusing my list in january, violet and layers just organically joined together and jumped off the page at me. just like the-words-based-on-my-initials, i wasn’t 100% sure what violet layers even meant. but life has an interesting way of filling in the blank spaces. this is the way i described it after the first three months of 2024:

  • introspection, going within
  • shadow work
  • moving into unknown areas
  • transitional thresholds
  • physical pain (sharp, dull, everywhere in between)
  • emotional battles
  • restlessness, anxiety, fear
  • extreme self-care and calming techniques
  • new horizons and explorations in art and art therapy

 
 
during the second quarter of the year, i studied my list again and the phrase mosaic alchemy was quickly illuminated (a fusion of M and A words). once more, i wasn’t completely certain what the symbolism might reveal.

i had spoken earlier of an intensely painful period of headaches, and soon mosaic alchemy aptly described its aftermath. trying to carefully arrange the broken bits and pieces of my suddenly-fragmented essence. an unscripted shift in perspective, colliding-and-coalescing waves. left to regroup, reorganize, reassemble back into one coherent whole. creating new energy, ramping up momentum.
 
 
i wrapped up 2024’s third quarter by venturing back into my role as retreat guide at my italian home, accompanied by a general VIBE of magnetic vibrancy. golden-glow autumn, new-beginnings september. and THE ARRIVAL #6 proved to be all that >> a rich and vibrant week spent in the company of magnetic and glowing individuals.
 
 
and now, in the middle of the last three months, what have i been feeling, experiencing, exploring? what is my VIBE? one more glance at my list convinced me that liminal ambience seemed just right.

the phrase “liminal space” has been used to describe a state of transition (which i currently find myself in – mentally, emotionally, perhaps physically too). it also denotes a somewhat forlorn atmosphere, or hazy dreamlike ambience, in which one tends to semi-withdraw from the world. makes sense, that ghostly corridor. one of my cyclical patterns.

it feels like a reflection of winter’s starkness to me, while passing time in an ethereal waiting room; its ambience, the mood that accompanies such a transition, matching it. bare, detached, beiged-out, alone. ambiguity. often with a sense of dread, possibly with eager anticipation. not knowing what’s coming or what to expect, just trying to heal any hurts and prepare for the next phase.
 
 
as i watch the swirling white snow surround me, i wait to see where this chilly-weather introspection takes me . . .
 
 
 
 

the woman’s brave hues

for the past ten days, i’ve been immersed in a very interesting creative practice, taking a journey deep into my body’s spontaneous wisdom. as part of a year-long course i am enrolled in, i was invited to “meditate upon the poetry of my mysterious inner life.”

each day, i set aside a few minutes to quickly pull from a magazine an image that attracted me, a picture that produced a strong emotional charge (even if i didn’t fully understand why at the time).

that direction

i glanced in that direction
and i wondered

what was keeping me from
proceeding down that way?

insecurity, fear, confusion?
maybe just indifference

what would change in my life
if i decided to go? or not go?

and what would either moving
or staying say about me?

undulating


 
 
TAPESTRY . . . weaving
the layers of my life

i thought they would come
together in the form of
storytelling this year

but so far 2024 has had
something else in mind
for me and i’m still
unraveling the “why”s and
the lessons behind them

an intense and daily
headache for six months
one continuous and invasive
throbbing that stole away
many precious moments

i felt myself fading into
the background, worrying
about the-worst-it-could-be

and just like that, now
it’s gone – an MRI with no
conclusive findings, likely
my maxillary sinus perforated,
a dental visit gone awry

VIBE .

your time is now

ciao! i have big news to share on this summer solstice day . . .

announcing the first of two retreats celebrating
💚❤️ THE ARRIVAL FAREWELL TOUR ❤️💚

THE ARRIVAL 2024 (#6)
🇮🇹 tuscany, italy 🇮🇹
september 16-21

 
 
and guess what?

what i’m doing

what i’m reading: the wrong hostage by elizabeth lowell, a place in the world: finding the meaning of home by frances mayes

what i’m watching: the saint tv series, season 1 (1962), starring roger moore

what i’m listening to: i’m not a fan of audio, but i am currently enrolled in two online courses: “neuro linguistic programming (NLP) practitioner / life coach certification” and “the art of healing depression” (with shelley klammer)

what i’m eating: cabbage & carrots, organic blue corn tortilla chips, pepitas, iced tea

what i’m planning: “talk & walk” one-to-one coaching sessions in wallace, THE ARRIVAL farewell tour (2024-25) at villa magnolia in italy
 
 
 
 

it’s the smallest things

it’s the smallest things. it’s the way she always uses my mom’s chair on the pink house porch to leave me tokens of affection. the way my orange pen glides across the page so smoothly and with such vivid color (and can be erased too – gone, just like that).

this poem

this poem is not what you might think.

this poem will not adequately delve into my oft-imagined daydream of a boho-chic lifestyle, 60 years ago in the 60s, in the avant-garde garment district of new york city. in an ultra-modern industrial warehouse loft, dancing with my two-year-old daughter named something fantastical like avalon topanga or crescent arabella.

nature girl

i posted this picture of myself a week ago, with the hashtag nature girl 2024.

i have never wanted to go backpacking. and i don’t camp out. in fact, as an adult, i’d rather be inside (anywhere) than outside.

i always thought this meant i wasn’t fully appreciating or embracing nature, so i set out this year to do more things outdoors, to pay more attention to the natural world.

what you need to do now

write poems about the sky
express yourself in fashion
think happy thoughts
move the energy through your body

celebrate the good days
breathe deeply, exhale fully
listen to the trees’ stories
indulge in soothing epsom salt soaks

what you need to do now
heal yourself

make sure you give lots of hugs
turn your face towards the sun
splash color on a page
and lines and shapes too

travel and dance and stretch and flow
talk to people who inspire you
journal and process your feelings
frolic with the waves

what you need to do now
heal yourself

walk and explore your town
eat foods that nourish and restore
study the patterns
recognize the immense bravery

collage only the highlights
scrub away the fear
smile and laugh and laugh and smile
say an ardent goodnight to the moon

what you need to do now
heal yourself