picture-10Hannele heard him quite late at night, wandering about. She heard him also on the ledge outside. She could not sleep. He disturbed her. The moon was risen, large and bright in the sky. She heard the bells from the cathedral slowly strike two: two great drops of sound in the livid night. And again from outside on the roof, she heard him clear his throat. Then a cat howled.


She rose, wrapped in a dark wrap, and went down the landing to the window at the end. The sky outside was full of moonlight. He was squatted like a great cat peering up his telescope, sitting on a stool, his knees wide apart. Quite motionless he sat in that attitude, like some leaden figure on the roof. The moonlight glistened with a gleam of plumbago on the great slope of black tiles. She stood still in the window, watching. And he remained fixed and motionless at the end of the telescope.

The Captain’s Doll, D.H. Lawrence

Such a treat to read Lawrence again, his delicious physicality. I love how he describes this man like a great cat– solitary, motionless and alert. It feels expectant, pregnant– the moon is no accident, neither are the cathedral bells which interrupts the night and reverberates through stillness. It makes you wonder about attention, still focused attention. 

photos: Erica Shires

blue_christian_lyckeIt was the summer we had an aquarium full of oracle fish. They  nested in the fake stones with their golden, lightly tanned bodies. It was folly, said,G, to invest so much in an air bubble, but we believed in their breath. It was a form of speaking. At night, when the house lights turned off, the tank became a nocturne of activity. the  water wheel lit up green and we could see their ghostly brazilian bodies make trails in the water, while the pump steadily  thrummed. One day the cat got sick, her paws were spotted. Mold sprouted above the tank in the shape of  Francis Xavier. We forgot to feed them that week, and they disappeared in the palace set up in the jeweled wing. We wondered what they were doing, huddled, hungry but still gilded with a sheen of everything we did not know.

photo: Christian Lycke

Million Trees NYC


Today, in East Williamsburg, the New York Restoration Project will be celebrating Arbor Day as well as Million Trees NYC Month. Volunteer by planting over 200 trees! Have some fun under the Brooklyn sun while creating a cleaner, greener neighborhood.

Only 100 volunteer opportunities remain available for our Arbor Day celebration.

Friday, 9:00 am – 3: 30 pm. Sternberg Park- East Williamsburg, Brooklyn (on Lorimer Street, between Montrose and Boerum Street)


Breakfast and lunch will be provided for registered volunteers. Tree-planting will end at 3:00 pm and culminate with an ice-cream social in NYRP’s Heckscher Foundation’s Children Garden.


We all have moments in our lives where we experience paralysis: creative, emotional, professional. It can be crippling. How did we get there? Why do we run on autopilot? How do we have courage and fight to find our passion and joy? I often think of my mother who had so much spirit and yet did not have the body to move. A stroke paralyzed her body and yet her spirit moved in her intelligent eyes. People spoke around her as if she did not understand. But I knew. I knew she understood. I often would bring music and headphones for her to listen to. Because music is moving. It moves. I remember playing the Beatles for her in bed. It was Hey Jude. She looked at me and there was joy in her eyes. I take a lesson from her: even without the body– if the spirit is willing, joy can be found. It can be felt.