How close the clouds press this October first
and the rain—a gray scarf across the sky.
In separate hospitals my father and a dear friend
lie waiting for their respective operations,
hours on a table as surgeons crack their chests.
They were so brave when I talked to them last
as they spoke of the good times we would share
in the future. To neither did I say how much
I loved them, nor express the extent of my fear.
Their bodies are delicate glass boxes
at which the world begins to fling its stones.
Is this the day their long cry will be released?
How can I live in this place without them?
But today is also my son’s birthday.
He is eight and beginning his difficult march.
To him the sky is welcoming, the road straight.
Far from my house he will open his presents—
a book, a Swiss army knife, some music. Where
is his manual of instructions? Where is his map
showing the dark places and how to escape them?

~ Stephen Dobyns



Disappointment is inescapable but necessary; a misunderstood mercy and when approached properly, an agency for transformation and the hidden, underground, engine of trust and generosity in a human life.  The attempt to create a life devoid of disappointment is the attempt to avoid vulnerabilities that make the conversations of life real, moving, and life-like; it is the attempt to avoid our own necessary and merciful heartbreak. To be disappointed is to reassess our self and our world, and to be called to the larger foundational reality that lies beyond any false self we had only projected upon our outer world.

What we call disappointment may be just the first stage of our emancipation into the next greater pattern of existence. To be disappointed is to reappraise not only reality itself but our foundational relationship to the pattern of events, places, and people that surround us, and which, until we were properly disappointed, we had misinterpreted and misunderstood; disappointment is the first fruitful foundation of genuine heartbreak from which we risk ourselves in a marriage, in a work, in a friendship, or with life itself.

The measure of our courage is the measure of our willingness to embrace disappointment, to turn towards it rather than away, the understanding that every real conversation of life involves having our hearts broken somewhere along the way and that there is no sincere path we can follow where we will not be fully and immeasurably let down and brought to earth, and where what initially looks like a betrayal, eventually put real ground under our feet.

~ David Whyte


Truly Madly Sunday








Last night, Madonna’s Rebel Heart Tour. This afternoon, Teresita Fernandez’ Fata Morgana. Tonight, Laurie Anderson’s Habeas Corpus. This is why I ♥ NY!


Although she’s apt to switch it up from city to city, Madge is playing a lot of her new music on this tour. This is her published set list for tonight!

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The Greatest Rebel Heart of All


Waaaaay back in the 80’s, I was a tad late to the Madonna phenomenon, wrapped up as I was with my long hours on Wall Street, oblivious to most things beyond the financial markets. But when she did show up on my radar, it was a coup de foudre from which I have never recovered. I became obsessed.

Aside from the music, the provocative images, the salacious interviews, Madonna has always represented hard work, grit, and an I dare-you-to-tell-me-I-can’t attitude. She did whatever she had to do to make her dreams come true and this I admire. She arrived in New York City at 18, with very little money in her pocket and it was here that she began the first of her many transformations and invited us to join her ride. She found the most creative people in town and convinced them to help her, that she was worth the risk. Dismissed by the press as a flash-in-the-pan, she is the last one standing and laughing. Her last three tours have grossed over $700 million and she is the biggest female pop artist EVER.

Her explorations of sex and religion have courted endless controversy and have contributed to the personal expression and liberation of millions of her fans. Her celebration of female sexuality is unlike any other, encouraging women to own it, feel good about it, be positive, and not to take it for granted. Madonna loves women and pays little attention to courting admiration or approval from men. It’s no accident her fan base is mostly women and gay men. I don’t think I know a single straight man that loves her the way I do, and I gotta give my hunky Mr incredible props for not only surprising me with tickets to this tour, but also for indulging all of my crazy singing, dancing, and blasting of Madonna songs the last 24 hours!

The Rebel Heart Tour is Madonna’s tenth worldwide concert tour in support of her thirteenth studio album, Rebel Heart. I missed her Virgin Tour in 1985 cuz I simply wasn’t aware of her Madgesty at that point and I missed MDNA in 2012 cuz I was galavanting around Europe and getting married. But I didn’t miss Who’s That Girl 1987 (New York + Barcelona), Blonde Ambition 1990 (London + Paris), The Girlie Show 1993 (Tokyo), Drowned World 2001 (LA), Re-Invention 2004 (Miami + LA), Confessions 2006 (New York + Miami). Yep, I LUFFFF her!

I could go on, but suffice it to say that I am going to enjoy every single second of tonight’s extravagant spectacle and I will never forget the incredible thoughtfulness of not only being surprised, but also being indulged.

I love you, Mr Mr!!!!!!





She made it through the wilderness, somehow she made it through . . . .


Juana B Wannabe

The Blonde Ambition Tour @ Wembley Stadium, 1990