Wanda

She first arrived at our front door when we lived in Albany at the top of the hill. Skinny and dark black, she looked like a Kenyan long-distance runner and seemed ageless. “Hi, I’m Wanda, your new housekeeper from Marvel Maids.”

Curiosity on the Beach

    I find myself curious about curiosity.  Curious about when and why my curiosity got shut down, and life turned to the pursuit of certainty, knowing and mastery.  I feel a new sadness for what I have foreclosed in my life, and an immense appreciation for this process of Opening.  This process: this process of psychoanalysis, of imagining, of belief in unforeseen possibilities.  This process of the unconscious, the surprise of discovery, the exploration of ineffable dark currents within.   My curiosity is awakening.  I wander into familiar spaces with questions, finding new thoughts, feelings, awareness.