Faking it with Krishna Das
There’s something about sitting in front of Krishna Das that is so powerful. I would imagine this is true even for the most cynical. His rich, resonant voice touches a place in me that is deep, kind. Most of the time, I have no idea what he’s singing about. I’ve been to some kirtans and evening puja rituals on the banks of the Ganges in India. I know a Sanskrit symbol when I see one. Even if I don’t understand the words of the devotional singing, it doesn’t matter. I get the
Infusion
It’s not right that Kim got diagnosed with cancer. First, in the breast, and about ten days later, in the bones. Stage fucking four. It’s not right and it’s not fair. But it is reality. *** Kim and I met back in 1990, the summer we had both fled the towns of our youth for the wide-open spaces of Colorado. She came from a small town in Tennessee, and I, from Connecticut, where I decidedly did not fit. At the time I was waitressing at a place in Boulder that touted itself as a
