Real Life
It always feels a bit humbling when I what I think I know—know intellectually that is—turns out to be only a fraction of reality, reminding me that knowing something and experiencing it are two different things. Our yard is my most recent example. Three years ago,...We Are Inevitable
In honor of International Women’s Day and Women’s History Month, I am posting a limerick I wrote in 2018 when Brett Kavanaugh was appointed to the Supreme Court. I revised and expanded it in 2020 when the Senate Judiciary Committee rammed Amy Coney Barrett onto the...The Place of Caught Breath
Here we are at a cosmic portal: the dark of the moon, at the darkest time of the year, about to embark on the longest night. And the darkness around us on the world scene is deep, as deep as most of us have seen in our lifetime. Yet, we also know...Turn of the Seasons
Turn of the Seasons As I take a turn around the garden I watch the leaves, turned to gold, Turn and swirl as they fall, Making a downturn to the ground. Later they will turn to mush. We have turned a corner. What shall we turn away from now? Don’t...Themes and Variations
I’ve just finished putting together the Soundtrack of My Life. Not a survey of music that was popular during various eras I have lived through. Not simply songs I’ve loved. This is a list of songs that at different times resonated deeply with me, that persisted, or...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)
