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...A Slippage in Time
Have you ever been two people at once—two people in one place in two different times simultaneously? Not just in your mind, but in your body? Once this happened to me. January 2010, Kona, Hawaii. I remember the soft bluish green tide pool extending around and below...Getting the Mail, April 4 in Minnesota
Steel blue door, sealed to cozy us mammals within opens with a deep sigh—SWOOSH— a startle of cold, a brilliant white shout, singing in the sun amid patchy dirt and bedraggled stalks—the fist crocus! Grinning, chest suddenly warm with fluttering, I make my way down...Nudged By An Angel
In times like these, it’s easy to give in to despair and hopelessness. In addition to witnessing and speaking out against all that is heartbreaking and unjust, maybe we also need to share experiences that contradict the cultural story, foster hope, and reveal the...Multidimensional
In the last few weeks I’ve come across a surprising amount of fascinating information: —a story about how bison on ancestral lands made discoveries that fulfilled an ancient prophecy; —research documenting how dying people in hospice care often experience dreams 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)
