Catchall
This month I offer a collaged bouquet of flowers (since real ones are not here yet) and a little wordplay, on a cool rainy day at the new moon… Catchall Can we catch his attention? He’s quite a catch! Did you catch those last words he said? YOU...Searching for Words in a Fog
There once was a woman of age Who struggled to honor a page With some nourishing words Ones that sang, flew like birds, But alas! She was never a sage. (And such hopes are so often a cage.) Plus it’s winter, it’s cold and it’s dark, And her mind must be locked...A Mystery of Childhood Mementos
I wish I’d remembered to take a photo of my childhood jewelry box. When I was about 8 I wanted one with a ballet dancer who twirled en pointe when you opened the box—all the rage at the time. Instead, my parents gave me one painted with French poodles sitting at a...A Holiday Atmosphere
If you could create a national holiday, what would it be and why? That was one of the questions I posed to a group of dear friends who gathered on zoom during Thanksgiving weekend. The question seemed like a playful and creative break from the heaviness and intensity...Rest and Revisit
Because of travel, family visits and making the transition back from a year of pandemic, I plan to take a little summer break from writing my monthly blog and newsletters, probably until September. I discovered that except for a two-month summer break in 2017,...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)
