Real Life
It always feels a bit humbling when I what I think I know—know intellectually that is—turns out to be only a fraction of reality, reminding me that knowing something and experiencing it are two different things. Our yard is my most recent example. Three years ago,...Getting Into the Swing
Even though most of you know I am a playful person, I haven’t been feeling very playful these past months. But Thursday at my physical therapy appointment I unexpectedly amused myself (and my PT). Let me back up. When you were a kid did you like to swing your legs?...Holding It All
We—most of us—are having to learn (or hone our ability) to hold it all. Not necessarily because we want to, but because we know we must. In order to be fully alive and for our lives to have meaning. And so we aren’t knocked flat or just go to sleep. I am...The Place of Caught Breath
Here we are at a cosmic portal: the dark of the moon, at the darkest time of the year, about to embark on the longest night. And the darkness around us on the world scene is deep, as deep as most of us have seen in our lifetime. Yet, we also know...Turn of the Seasons
Turn of the Seasons As I take a turn around the garden I watch the leaves, turned to gold, Turn and swirl as they fall, Making a downturn to the ground. Later they will turn to mush. We have turned a corner. What shall we turn away from now? Don’t...Share This Post
Welcome to Whisperings
“There is a place where words are born of silence,
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.”
— Rumi
I will ponder here what whispers to me in the silence. I’d love for you to whisper back; maybe we will all get clearer—or maybe, like in the old kids’ game of “telephone” we will end up somewhere else entirely (which would be fun too)
