MICHELLE CURRY WRIGHT

Category: Note to Self: Amuse Thyself

  • Holiday superpowers

    Telluride Daily Planet, Friday, December 20, 2024 “Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions.” – Albert Einstein Almost 40 years ago during off-season, before it was monitored or had many — if any — rules or restrictions as a climbing area, we pulled into the Indian Creek Campground, about three hours…

  • Accordion files

    Telluride Daily Planet, Friday, July 5, 2019   A bunch of years ago (almost 20) when I was in my I-don’t-know-what phase, I became smitten by this idea of playing the accordion. Of having one in my arms, doing the squeezy thing, and somehow reinventing myself, one more time, as someone who … well, played…

  • Find me, I’m here

    Telluride Daily Planet, Friday, May 2, 2019   I love surprises. I can’t say that I grew up with many of them, at least not the kind I’m talking about. We did have what I’ll call the Dictum/Surprise, which usually came down from on high (my father) and went something like this: “Rise and shine,…

  • Holiday meditation: the gumdrop chakra

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, November 29, 2015 (First published in 2012; back by request.) Lie down on the floor —arms and legs out, like a gingerbread man. Imagine you have two gumdrop eyes and a big, messy, icing mouth, the kind gingerbread “men” have. Now tell yourself you are neither man nor woman, you are a spice…

  • Princess-of-the-world cat meditation

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, August 9, 2015 Sit upright on one of those squares you like. The vintage Navajo rug, or the laptop case, or one of the placemats they hate you sitting on, smack in the middle of the dining room table. There is no one at home now, no one to try to make…

  • Bluebird

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, June 28, 2015 In a blue suit so bright a shard of sky might have fallen to earth and then bounced off the ground into flight, a bluebird, chasing a bicycle down a bikepath, swoops from fence post to fence post as a June day trumpets its particular glory. Suddenly, the bicycle…