Getting Into the Swing
Even though most of you know I am a playful person, I haven’t been feeling very playful these past months. But Thursday at my physical therapy appointment I unexpectedly amused myself (and my PT). Let me back up. When you were a kid did you like to swing your legs?...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...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...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...Playing With Numbers
I believe that when we create, no matter what it is—a meal, a song, a garden, an altar space, a drawing, a knitted scarf, a haiku—we align with, and amplify, the creative life/love energy of our planet. Especially when our creation also feeds our wonder,...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)
