A simple small snowfall graced this place. Silence fell to earth and birthed a feeling in me – a rhyme with the great themes of time. Something sacred amidst the fluttering snow, a stillness of mind and beating of heart. Cleared of cluttering sound and cluttered ground, winter became not fall or spring. Cold came too biting my face, wind seeping in cracks of corners and threads. A celebration of season seeking no reason.
Now the snowmelt floods my heart. Stored energy freed by the urgency of heat. Neat no more, I hear the sounds of my city churn me back into the click and the clack. Into seasonless time, slave to the watch, revealed again. Days slip away into the grey, as I attend to pixels and papers, productively returning to that seasonless song, separate from cycles and movements great and small.
Yet with the word right here, the snowfall is still near when I care enough to hear. How writing can take us to a natural place fascinates me. I am grateful for this reflection, this reminder to close my eyes and listen to the seasons inside. To let the world outside be and trust the nature of which I am a part to see. And to stillness and silence return, to a simple small snowfall gracing this place.
Our Brooklyn Events
February 1st — monthly acoustic sound meditation at Yogis and Yoginis in Park Slope.
February 22nd — monthly acoustic sound meditation at Brooklyn Flow in Park Slope.
Stay tuned for more breathwork and voice related offerings. We also have a new events page on our website we’ll be diligently keeping up to date.
Oracular Practice
Examine what you look to increase. Wresting gain out of people and nature will lead you astray. Stay in harmony with the gift-giving nature of the Cosmos. When expressing one’s uniqueness, benefit is brought to the Cosmic Whole.
Some Links
🪶 The Boy and the Heron trailer. We watched this Studio Ghibli in theater. Director Miyazaki comments “even I have parts to understand.” Like any good film, it takes life on its own and time to for meaning to arise.
🌿 Juliette of the Herbs. Clips from a wise woman (herbalist Juliette de Bairacli Levy). She reminds me of my grandmother, patient, loving, deeply connected with earth.
⚫️ Evidence Shakespeare Trained with John Dee in Prague. An academic lecture exploring the theory that Shakespeare was secretly an alchemist and magician. I love wild stories in occult study: gossipy, nerdy and mysterious.
Some Listenings
🌸 Existence: Life - Hafez Nazeri. A lullaby-like refrain repeats, a stable canvas on which to paint. Soaring and soulful attuned masculine vocals layer in, charging into emotive and sacred territories, sometimes dancing with strings, other times softening, creating a powerful sense of range and space.
❤️🔥 Medea - Montserrat Figueres. An enchanting interplay of voice and string, in a liminal dialogue. At once forceful and gentle, spacious and tight, yet remaining with the transformation of emotion for the duration, with wonderful pulsations.
🪈 Nambarai Gate - Hadouk Trio. A brief jaunt into subtle and yet magnetic flourishes, masterfully performed.
Some Words
a heart too careful
like a bottle
with too tight a lid
spills little
a body is parched soil
waiting for a burst