Yesterday we honored the dead, and for me-a very special lady who I wish was still here. All this year, I would imagine her sitting in the kitchen listening to the goings-on of my life and imagine her reaction to some of the madness, the joy, the learning, the deep sorrow that has blanketed 2018.… Continue reading Joyce
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Him
This pretty little view is missing the most important part: the guy who gives me hope that all of the loss is really just a way to invite new great things in. More unexpected things, more joyful surprises, more goodness, graciously. I didn't see him coming, in fact I dodged and hid as much as… Continue reading Him
Blessed be!
Samhain approaches, the veil thins. The moon beckons me closer to her while the harvest begins to yield bounty. Wheat and corn husks rippling in the breeze, apples and pumpkins; as bright as any Christmas ornament catch my eye as I pass their fields. I love the look of hay bales, mums and gourds. I… Continue reading Blessed be!
My Madeline Moment
I never understood the phrase "Your body is smarter than your brain" until I became an adult. In the past five years alone I have learned that lesson hundreds of times over. How sleep and rest are different. How hunger and loneliness can feel like the same thing and are somehow tied. How joy and… Continue reading My Madeline Moment
These days
Well, I’m not sure these days which way the wind is blowing me. Which way the crow flies. How far it is to safety. I’m not sure these days how to find a way around it all. How to concern myself with the big picture. How to iron out the details. I’m just one foot… Continue reading These days
a soft gift
If I could give you anything, anything in the world Of all the things I could give you (and of course there are many that I would like to give), I would give you the ability to sleep deeply and without worry. Oh I know what you will say- that you do this already. And… Continue reading a soft gift
Parting is such sweet sorrow
The leaves are just starting to fall, and I realized this Autumn and last are so very different. And I thought, thank god I didn’t know what was coming. And I thought, but either way I made it didn’t I? And here you are with dearest friends saying sacred text and standing on balconies in… Continue reading Parting is such sweet sorrow
What light through yonder window breaks?
She stands on the balcony silhouetted in the light. But first she had to crack the stone to get through. First she had to lose it all. That looks different each time around. And we may not realize it all the time but we lose often. Sometimes the loses are small: a bobby pin, a… Continue reading What light through yonder window breaks?
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