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...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...Rest and Revisit
Because of travel, family visits and making the transition back from a year of pandemic, I plan to take a little summer break from writing my monthly blog and newsletters, probably until September. I discovered that except for a two-month summer break in 2017,...Sweet Spot
“Sweet spot” popped up in my reading several times last week. Bothered by a feeling that the expression had become weak from overuse, I spent a few minutes pondering what “sweet spot” meant to me. Here is the result. Sweet Spot The place to scratch, to...Buzzing Bees
In numerous cultures around the world bees were sacred, associated with the Divine Feminine. Archeologists have found images of bees, bee priestesses and bee goddesses dating back millennia. This came to mind in September, when at the women’s workshop I attended on...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)
