Generations and Generations and Generations
For more than 150 years Memorial Day has been a special time to honor the dead, particularly those who died in war. Though it’s not just those who die who suffer in war. The energy of war is everywhere–not just in declared wars, but in the anger and...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...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 and Generations
For more than 150 years Memorial Day has been a special time to honor the dead, particularly those who died in war. Though it’s not just those who die who suffer in war. The energy of war is everywhere–not just in declared wars, but in the anger and...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)
