Frida Kahlo and her words resonate with me today. Wrapping our wings around those who are lost to the external and allowing ourselves to be transformed internally in that grief and love. I am working on my contemplative practice. Prayer. Listening. Quieting my compulsions to be heard. Realizing that the loud voice in my life…
Flâneuse is a word I’ve always loved. It has such a different connotation that its Baudelairean counterpart Flâneur. I’m pretty sure that the French poet hadn’t intended the whole flâneur thing to be a feminine pastime. Baudelaire’s The Painter of Modern Life relays the nature of wandering without intent—for men. However, the Flâneuse is not…
Longings. What are they? Where do they come from? Why are the so very powerful? I find myself considering these questions over and over lately. The powerful desire for adventure. The unsettling wonderment of uncontrollable overwhelm when I hear a beautiful voice. The aching of wanting to be the first to leave so that I…
Speaking In Polish will be a regular feature for me in 2023. In it, I plan to explore my Polish roots through poetry, folklore and family stories. I hope you enjoy. I often remind myself that the first language I learned with my grandmother was Polish. Yet, it wasn’t really until this last year that…