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...A Little Break
Sorry, no blog this month–I just don’t have the energy. The past couple weeks held a clump of things that together have sapped my physical and emotional energy. Just temporary, but I want to honor my need for a break. Staring at this watercolor...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...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)
