Hearts like accordions, opening and closing in a zigzag pattern of jagged notes. It happens, and sometimes it’s OK: disagreements and arguments can clean out a lot of crap. But it can also feel disastrous, a circuit of anger, shame, disappointment coursing through you. Too difficult. Too tiring. “Here’s what I think,” said The…
High Park, Toronto, March 3, 2007 “So practice listening: turn off the radio, turn off the television, and just listen once in awhile. Listen to traffic or work sounds. Listen to your own thoughts. And, of course, listen to others.” “I think this profound kind of listening is the source of all inspiration and…
Succulent, fragrant, fleshy. Blushing. Juicy. I crave them. I stalk them in health food stores. I stroke them and sniff their skin and then secretly take them home. At this time of year, I am obsessed with blood oranges. They tell me about spring. They take foods I eat all the time and infuse…