New Substack >> Turns out I was always wrong and everyone else was always right and raising children is akin to becoming an animate burial ground for all of the versions of them and of me that we can no longer ever be again. It is a casual and
I think about this this moment from January’s Costa Rica retreat all the time. Maybe it is because we took the picture. Who knows. If I recall correctly, I was instructing folks to get their thighs up off the mat in dhanurasana and very few we
Soft, noncommittal re-entry with a little bit of lately plus some recent writing 💫 I guess that when I said that I wanted to take a break from showing up online, what I was really wanting was a break from generating any sort of content whatsoever a
Spent the last day of this birthday month doing something that both honored the long road to get here and the desire to keep making music into the future. New (bigger! better!) Viola Day. Love you so much Eider. You are a dream come true.
Took this pic at exactly 2:20 pm today. His arrival time. In between spotting his sets. Happy Birthday Eider. Sixteen. I can’t even. I’ll light an entire universe on fire for you. At the very least. And that wouldn’t even be the
Yesterday I relented and decided to throw in the towel on Freddy and his violin lessons. He fucking hates them and as much as I have a relative understanding on the process of learning music for children I have to admit that sometimes the juice is ju
Hard to believe that this was just last month when now we are quite literally buried under many feet of snow in Northern Vermont. This annual winter escape just keeps getting better and better. It strikes this perfect sweet spot balance of being won
I finished this sweater and I’m pretty pleased. Mid monochrome season is a great time for something BRIGHT. Pattern is My Favorite Things Knitwear Sweater No. 18. Yarn is Sandes Garn Peer Gynt. #knitting #making #midwinter #wool #winterinver
snow forts + sled jumps Tonight, when I was snuggling Freddy to sleep, we chatted for a little while about memory and how different memories live in different parts of us. He said that most of his memories are in his stomach, and his head, and his
Almost everything I understand about living a life of practice has come in some way from the years and years of observing my son Eider. Through musical study, through sport, and then contemplated and digested on my mat and in my life. He is my muse f
what I keep returning to since the first time back in the water this year… over on crying season. 📷 by @marinejaud >> https://open.substack.com/pub/cryingseason/p/tend-play-play-tend?r=o0zym&utm_medium=ios #cryingseason #writing
We exploded home in the wee hours of Sunday morning after one for most, two for me, perfectly reorienting weeks on the beach in Costa Rica. I have so much I would love to attempt to share from our time there, words and images, but I have been taken a
a little bit more of what I hope to remember. reconnect recharge renew P L A Y