Jumble

Are all summers a jumble, or is this one particularly so? A jumble of activities and experiences, a jumble of emotions—even the weather has been a bit of a jumble.  One of my delights this month is finally returning to swimming after a 5 month hiatus. The peaceful...

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...

Angry

I’m angry. You know why. I bet you’re angry too. Plenty of reasons in the news, and more every day. Hard NOT to be angry about something these days. My anger is deep. Feels centuries old. I think it IS centuries old. At times my fury creates hostile, venomous...

Generations and Generations

Memorial Day. An experience I had in 2015 on a spiritual tour in Ireland popped into mind. I haven’t thought about it for a long time, yet it was one of the most powerful experiences I had there. And it is asking to be told today. About two-thirds of the way through...

A Trail Through the Murk

The pleasant shifts in the air I felt a couple weeks ago seem to have fled in recent days. Quite patient until now, today I’m tired of pandemic precautions. Longing for travel. Tired of winter. Maybe I am undone because the vaccine and the increasing sunlight...