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?...Generations and Generations and Generations
For more than 150 years Memorial Day has been a special time to honor the dead, particularly those who died in war. Though it’s not just those who die who suffer in war. The energy of war is everywhere–not just in declared wars, but in the anger and...A Pause to Marvel
I’m taking a breather from you-know-what. To ponder a wonder hidden in plain sight. I was probably 40 years old before I ever tasted pomegranate. Pomegranates weren’t available in Minnesota when I was growing up—but then, for us oldsters so many foods we now enjoy...Gathering Strength
When the news only adds to her shock And no comfort can come from more talk So she won’t feel just grim —to recover her vim— She will play on the sidewalk with chalk! To avoid being tossed to and fro Chasing feelings wherever they go She will search out a door To...Explosion of Green
An explosion of green! That’s what we are immersed in right now, the plants burgeoning as we emerge from two weeks of heavy rain. And on the first day with sun, waiting buds exclaimed into bloom. It feels especially jungly (and a bit overwhelming)—after three years...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)
