Color and Line
There are several topics I intend to explore here in the coming months, but the war in Ukraine has dissolved my words right now. I’m so weary of eons of glorified dominance and control. Which leaves me sadly subdued. When I’m not weary, I’m angry. Or in some kind of...A Pictorial Check-in
The past month has not been easy. There have been deaths to grieve, and minor health issues to deal with. And the winter weather hasn’t helped. ...A Holiday Atmosphere
If you could create a national holiday, what would it be and why? That was one of the questions I posed to a group of dear friends who gathered on zoom during Thanksgiving weekend. The question seemed like a playful and creative break from the heaviness and intensity...A Deathbed Reclamation
Tomorrow is November 2, the culmination of an auspicious period for honoring the dead. It is also my dad’s 101st birthday. So I’m going to tell you a story about my dad, a kind of ghost story because it took place at his death. On May 8, 2008 I got a call at 2 am...Soul Song: A Second Look
During my summer break from writing blogs and newsletters, allow me to offer a few blog posts to you that seem worth a second look perhaps. This one, from March 2017, is one of those. Click here or on the title below to read the blog. Soul...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)
