I go back to Oberlin in the dead of winter to give a “convocation speech” in Finney Chapel, the largest and most historic of campus structures. In a subconscious nod to my college experience I...

I was just thoughts, just air. There was nothingness all around me. Was this what it was like to be dead? When you died, did you still sense everything going on around you, only it...

Like a small boat adrift in the fog, she caught glimpses during patches when the mist cleared of a world far away, in which everything was changing.

She was a mind floating in an ocean of confusion.

Emptiness is like air. It floats around unseen but you know it’s there.

Why did I allow the abuse to continue? Even as a teenager?I didn’t. Something that had been plaguing me for years now made sense. It was like the answer to a terrible secret. The thing...

The irony of sensory deprivation tanks is that in order to think outside the box, you must first go inside one.

And out floated Eeyore. “Eeyore!” cried everybody. Looking very calm, very dignified, with his legs in the air, came Eeyore from beneath the bridge. “It’s Eeyore!” cried Roo, terribly excited. “Is that so?” said Eeyore,...

I am floating, I thought, completely without anchor, at the mercy of the wind.

I used to get a shiver if I thought about holding balloons, because I was scared of floating away.

dislocation.”It’s as if I’m floating above my body, looking down on the unfoldingscene.I am snapped back when he roughly grabs my wrist and takes mypulse. He then shifts his position, directly above me. Awkwardly, hegrasps...

Gloating is a superficial glowing, floating is an idle flowing, and bloatedness is the paralysis of blowing up; because silent movement results in loud victories.

As I feel less overwhelmed, my fear softens and begins to subside. I feel a flicker of hope, then a rolling wave of fiery rage. My body continues to shake and tremble. It is alternately...

A WATERY BLISSAs busy as an ice cream freezer,On a Sunday getting hotter,Happy is the honey eater-The busy ocean otter,Floating alongside Teter,On a sea full of water.

Sometimes she sat and let her mind go blank and her eyes go out of focus, so that she watched the slow, jerky movements of the motes that floated across her pupils. They amazed her...

It was floating. Waiting. It had no sense of how long It had been in this state. Its awareness had retreated into a tiny core at the center of Its being, away from the searing...

I often wear camouflaged pants so when I walk I look like a floating torso. I love with the same air of mystery.