Be the Rose of Love
I'm basking in the radiant glow of San Diego light hanging out with my family on a lovely November day, thinking about the way we each relate to the day of our birth. Sometimes so... More »
Driving around Los Angeles all week with my sister became a spectacular investigation into the disappearance of beauty. In our modern times, we have modern values. Straight lines, serious rectangles, hip and contemporary color schemes,... More »
December 27, 2006 There are things that are not supposed to happen in Los Angeles: thunderstorms, all access passes to the Oscars, and easy money. Add to that list, birds of prey. At the intersection... More »
Sonnet III Beauty, beauty, beauty. You are nothing without your curtain drawn. Nothing without your distance set so high and out of reach as to make your promises immortal. Beauty touch me with your cold... More »
Kindred, I am tethered here, tethered to some distant mooring yet beyond the sea’s horizon. A yoke allowing me to pace, pace among the tide pools and the cobbled orange starfish inches from the promised... More »
The Art of Belonging Is belonging, like yoga, a practice? By Kaia Van Zandt There is an allurement to the symmetry, to the energy. It calls the yogi. We feel this call to belong when... More »