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I’m Everybody! Are You Everybody Too?

I slipped into the theater as Cynthia Nixon was cooing to a newborn: “I’m nobody! Are you nobody too?”

It was the newly renovated Quad Cinema, and I’d scored a ticket because I was presenting the Emily Dickinson film, “A Quiet Passion,” to a cinema club later in the week. Normally I would not be spending such a beautiful afternoon indoors, but I’d had a terrible writing morning—the sort that robs one of all confidence and joy—and I was keen to get out of my house, neighborhood, and head, in that order.

The new Quad seemed a lot like the old Quad, down to ticketing confusion and the long, skinny screening rooms with tiny screens, but the seats were more comfortable and the film, a stately swoon. I settled into the story that had begun 20 minutes before my arrival, and tried to block everything out.

Dickinson was bright and glaring in her strong tempers, with the knit brow and bitten lip of a nineteenth-century woman heeding too many wrong lessons. She and her kin bickered against the austere backdrop of their Amherst estate, and I sat back against red cushions and exhaled in pleasure. This was not the New England of so many films-forbidding and confined to a palette of greys and more greys. This was the New England I long for 25 years after emigrating to New York: amused and amusing, with bursts of colors so extravagant that there’s no point in competing with your own person. Continue Reading →

The Color of Everything

The best part of April is its explosion of color after winter’s black-and-white hegemony: reds, pinks, yellows, oranges, yellows, and greens. So many greens. This year, with hateful extremists running—ahem, ruining—the show, the metaphor offered by spring’s rainbow feels especially resonant. I’ve written about this before but it bears repeating with the new season: As a psychic, color is the most important part of every day. I often know the color before I know the story, and hue is the most important element of any outfit or space. Truly, I am so grateful for all the color each person radiates, for it is integral to our greatest gift: that we are each part of everything.

Pic: Brooklyn Botanical Garden

The Witch’s Wife

Just finished today’s Ruby Intuition sessions. I always feel so grateful to be able to do this work–to reflect the light living inside my clients, to chart a path that connects them to their daily radiance. While doing readings, I barely remember my name, let alone my bodily needs. Afterward, it takes a lot to climb back into the physical world–a drink, a nap, a sweetly striped overfamiliar. Gorgeous food; a gorgeous fuck. Each time I finish sessions, I crave something different. Last week it was lasagna and bold red wine and (insert Italian man pun here). This week, it’s spring risotto–mint, lobster, lemony rice–with a fleet of Wellfleet oysters leading the show. (Insert more puns.) That’s such a specific yen that I’m probably shit out of luck. But I can’t help wishing I had a partner to make that meal happen. If there’s one time when I really long for a Martha Stewart-style wife, it’s the bumpy transition onto terra firma from that sparkly place just beyond.
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"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy