Earth Prayers
When I walk in natural places I love, I offer my respect, love and thanks with a song, a tonal chant expressing my feelings, made up on the spot. I will continue this practice, but I am excited about another kind of offering I’ve been making the past few weeks—earth...Advice from the Cards, One Year Later
Last May, when we were three months into the pandemic, I did a reading to see what advice the tarot had for us at that time. I reread that blog post today, and was surprised to find that it still feels relevant and true today. (You can read that post here.) Yet I was...Fruit and Death
Autumn Haiku Sprawled on sunny ground Crunchy leaves and dusty grass Scent of fruit and death AEP 10/9/20 Fruit and death. The scent of autumn, and what comes to mind as I clear out the house we’ve lived in for nearly 30 years. Finding things long forgotten,...Brain Jam, Spilled Emotion and a Butterfly
Joy is the gift of love. Grief is the price of love. Anger protects that which is loved. And when we think we have reached our limit, wonder is the act that returns us to love. Valarie Kaur, See No Stranger My...Hidden Treasures
Wonder is the heaviest element on the periodic table. Even a tiny fleck of it stops time. Diane Ackerman After five days up on the North Shore I’m noticing that words for a blog are hard to find. Lumbering along rocky beaches, comforted and exhilarated by booming...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)
