Color and Line
There are several topics I intend to explore here in the coming months, but the war in Ukraine has dissolved my words right now. I’m so weary of eons of glorified dominance and control. Which leaves me sadly subdued. When I’m not weary, I’m angry. Or in some kind of...A Visual Stroll
I’m feeling tired and oddly amorphous these days. Coherent thought, linear planning—even “soft” planning—is elusive. I’m trying to be patient as I dance with physical challenges and house clearing that feels endless. Yet most of the time I also feel...Fruit and Death
Autumn Haiku Sprawled on sunny ground Crunchy leaves and dusty grass Scent of fruit and death AEP 10/9/20 Fruit and death. The scent of autumn, and what comes to mind as I clear out the house we’ve lived in for nearly 30 years. Finding things long forgotten,...Remembering August 22, 1970
Fifty years ago this week my mom nearly died in a terrorist bombing in St. Paul. Just weeks before my senior year in high school. I want to tell the story, to mark the anniversary, to make sense of it after so many years. But I’m not sure I can make sense of it. Mom...A Search for Home
I’ve been thinking about home. And the longing for home. For a long time I have wanted to move, probably out of Minnesota, but when I think about where to go, I get muddled. Because I think there might be several kinds of home, and mine pull me in different...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)
