Searching for Words in a Fog
There once was a woman of age Who struggled to honor a page With some nourishing words Ones that sang, flew like birds, But alas! She was never a sage. (And such hopes are so often a cage.) Plus it’s winter, it’s cold and it’s dark, And her mind must be locked...Solstice Blessings
I’m posting a little early this month to honor the winter solstice, and to send love your way during this holiday time. The longest night of the year. Sitting still in the darkness what might I hear? Do the stars warble? Does the candle whisper a message?...On Thanksgiving
I’ve always loved Thanksgiving. I loved the food, the emphasis on gratitude and harvest, and the gathering with family and/or friends during a time of increasing cold and darkness. I never believed or highlighted the national myth around the holiday in these...Halloween Trick Becomes a Startling Treat
I hung up the phone one October day in 1976 feeling both dubious and intrigued. Flattered to be asked, I had agreed to tell fortunes at my brother’s Halloween party since I loved Halloween almost as much as I loved him. But sometimes Tom’s idea of fun and my own...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...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)
