Holding It All
We—most of us—are having to learn (or hone our ability) to hold it all. Not necessarily because we want to, but because we know we must. In order to be fully alive and for our lives to have meaning. And so we aren’t knocked flat or just go to sleep. I am...Eyes to the Unknown
So much swirling these days, within me as much as without. (Aging is not fun! Except sometimes it is.) Change is happening so incessantly and so fast that I’m forced to practice literally touching the earth, the natural world, in order to counteract the sense that the...A Limerick for You, With Love
I know I should write you a blog But I’m finding my mind all a-clog, World events and at home Starve my word-making loam, Even everyday tasks are a slog. But I color and sing and make art, Try to listen and tend to my heart. Though that means I must mourn: Part of why...Taking A Breath
At Albany Bulb with Elaine Side by side on a log by the bay. Sunlight. Unleashed dogs, prancing through surf, almost exploding out of their skins with perfect happiness. Dogs who don’t know about fired park rangers, or canceled health research, or tariff wars,...Searching for True North
I want to write a blog on the wonder of pomegranates, and I will, sometime soon. But the slam of edicts coming out of Washington this past week—edicts that adversely affect millions of people, including family members and friends— spawned in me grief and rage....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)
