The Dark Season
…This season, for me, is always a time to think about change and transformation, about all the ways in which we might allow the long, cold dark to strip us down to the bones of who we are. Every year, letting winter strip us bare; letting the final leaves that...A Tribute
In this bittersweet season of colorful leaves, dying and letting go, I am moved to tell you a little story. My childhood home on Grey Cloud Island was in the country, on an acre-and-a-half lot. There were many trees on the property—in high school I did a biology...Crumbs in a Tumultuous Time
The New Moon and partial solar eclipse have come and gone, and I am busy between trips, but rather than skip this month’s blog, I wanted to share a couple things that have nurtured me this week. Amidst the turmoil (or worse, depending on where you are) of climate...On Thanksgiving
I’ve always loved Thanksgiving. I loved the food, the emphasis on gratitude and harvest, and the gathering with family and/or friends during a time of increasing cold and darkness. I never believed or highlighted the national myth around the holiday in these...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...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)
