Bleeding Heart: Lamprocapnos spectablis (formerly known as Dicentra spectablis) My garden, 2017 It is Spring! Finally. The dreamwork of Winter is over and we move into the active work of sowing the seeds that we have pondered and planned the last four months. The gardens in our minds, between the pages of a book, the … More Bleeding Hearts: Of Spring and Simple Things
The Time is Now Sitting cross-legged on the linoleum floor two tiny girls, pigtails, doggy-flaps, bodies wriggling. Brown eyes, blue eyes watching every move I make. Telling silly stories. Giggling. Squirming to and fro no hurry, no worry. We are here together. After a while, I notice the pile of dirty laundry, heap of … More Don’t Look Away: The Time is Now
“Only love can break a heart, only love can mend it again.” It’s been a while since I’ve written a blog post. I come to my computer daily, sit down intending to write, but end up on endless Google searches or posting one-liners on Facebook. Or looking at cat and flower photos … More Only Love Can Break A Heart: On Loving Big and Grieving Big
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“To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.” This quote by Thich Nhat Hanh is one of my favorites. It always reminds me of the fairy tale, “The Ugly Duckling.” The duckling claims his…
Angels Among Us It’s been a rough couple of months for my family. I haven’t been able to write about it in detail and share it yet, but I will. My husband’s only brother, Pete, was involved in a fatal motorcycle accident right after Thanksgiving. It shook our family’s foundation, as these … More Angels Among Us
This View Looking up the hill. I never tire of this view; this tree; this silhouette. These colorful clouds are a bonus. I always thought I’d have to travel far, far away to experience the wonder and beauty of this world. Now that I’m almost fifty years old, I’m realizing the most beautiful place on … More This View
Reflection Each day, each walk, she’s always there. Waiting; I’d like to think for me. But who can know? I feed her green mosses and pond-grasses. She takes them from my hand. Unafraid. Aware. Last week she bit my finger. I must remember to not take it personally. After all, she is nature. And so … More Reflection
Goodbye 2016. Don’t come back. You were harsh, abrasive, and caustic. You rubbed me the wrong way: With your arrogance, hypocrisy, hate, belligerence, and turmoil. You split families apart. You rifted away our friendships, at least what we assumed were so. Your Grim Reaper was a greedy bastard—taking way too many, too soon. (And one … More Goodbye 2016. Don’t come back.
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“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” George Santayana Warning: I’m currently re-reading W.G. Sebald’s The Rings of Saturn. This post may cause melancholy, circuitous thinking, excessive thinking, and/or general confusion. Or, perhaps, it will make you think. Read at your own risk. I’ve…
“Barn’s burnt down — now I can see the moon.”–Masahide It’s an (almost) Wordless Wednesday. I’ll be spending the day with poetry, my pen, paper, and the transformative power of words. And as always, Virginia Woolf. “But there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”–VW “Thinking … More The Transformative Power of Words
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