Gift from a Horse: A Reprise

Because I am still recovering from covid and my mind is fuzzy and my body is fatigued, I am reposting someting from five years ago which still feels important to me, and I hope will be useful to you.  See you next month with new content… Nearly three weeks ago I...

Color Amid the Snow

I’m cranky today. Snow on either side of our driveway is piled about crotch-high, the remains of numerous snowfalls since the beginning of the year. This winter in the Twin Cities has already been one of the snowiest of all time. Yet the weather service predicts...

Searching for Words in a Fog

There once was a woman of age Who struggled to honor a page With some nourishing words Ones that sang, flew like birds, But alas! She was never a sage. (And such hopes are so often a cage.)   Plus it’s winter, it’s cold and it’s dark, And her mind must be locked...

Solstice Blessings

I’m posting a little early this month to honor the winter solstice, and to send love your way during this holiday time.   The longest night of the year. Sitting still in the darkness what might I hear? Do the stars warble? Does the candle whisper a message?...

A Mystery of Childhood Mementos

I wish I’d remembered to take a photo of my childhood jewelry box. When I was about 8 I wanted one with a ballet dancer who twirled en pointe when you opened the box—all the rage at the time. Instead, my parents gave me one painted with French poodles sitting at a...