Gift from a Horse: A Reprise

Because I am still recovering from covid and my mind is fuzzy and my body is fatigued, I am reposting someting from five years ago which still feels important to me, and I hope will be useful to you.  See you next month with new content… Nearly three weeks ago I...

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...

Generations and Generations

Memorial Day. An experience I had in 2015 on a spiritual tour in Ireland popped into mind. I haven’t thought about it for a long time, yet it was one of the most powerful experiences I had there. And it is asking to be told today. About two-thirds of the way through...

Refusal

  I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows, or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.                                                                                       Ray Bradbury The...

Return of the Wind

Aaah…the wind has returned.  My shoulders relax, my mind stills. I hear the ssshuush in the treetops; watch the flickering light in the leaves, a myriad of greens tossing in the breeze. Follow an occasional leaf or stick or seed as it twirls free to the ground. Notice...

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...