dissolve, burst, rush

Do you know that feeling you get when your whole life seems to pump through your body all at once?  That overwhelming feeling of being right here but also everywhere else, and all those people, old friends, grandparents, that aunt that makes your favorite snack, your best high school friends, your mentors and soul-wrenching past loves, the regulars from the restaurant that always smiled and made the same jokes, every person who’s ever made you hold your breath, made you see God in cells, every bit of love that’s ever come from anyone.  All of it rushes at you and…

a great way to spend a third of my life

I have this addiction, see. I love sleep.  I love to doze off.  I love knowing my bed well enough to lay in it just right and let go of every muscular tension.  I love the weight of my wool duvet and the cool of my sheets.  I love pushing the balls of my feet against the footboard in a full body stretch.  I love waking up in the middle of the night, reading 2:00am on my watch and knowing I have hours more of bliss. I love feather pillows and pillows stuffed with cotton. I love wool mats and…

Morning and the office…

In the morning I usually turn the alarm off at 8:00am and then fight with the morning for fifteen minutes before I actually get up. One of the reasons I don’t like to get up is that it’s cold like Texas December in Armenian August. The other is that I just don’t like mornings. I pull on clothes, slip on slippers and leave my room. Host Mom brings out breakfast which is always tea, bread and honey, and sometimes includes some fried potatos, steamed buckwheat or eggs & green beans. I would say that most mornings are tea, bread &…