Real Life
It always feels a bit humbling when I what I think I know—know intellectually that is—turns out to be only a fraction of reality, reminding me that knowing something and experiencing it are two different things. Our yard is my most recent example. Three years ago,...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?...Themes and Variations
I’ve just finished putting together the Soundtrack of My Life. Not a survey of music that was popular during various eras I have lived through. Not simply songs I’ve loved. This is a list of songs that at different times resonated deeply with me, that persisted, or...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...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,...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)
