grief opens grief like a window like a can opener stirs silt from the bottom shakes loose parts newly or incompletely mended rattles around, making noisy messes, reminding me acutely of things that hurt to remember. As I think about the brilliance lost in Robin William’s heartbreaking choice, I think too about the losses we… Read More
I am learning and relearning and more deeply experiencing the dance between allowing and striving when I try, I suck. when I allow… (here’s a quick time lapse of a first layer being allowed in a dimly lighted room) Share This:
there are lost parts of ourselves, that are not really lost– just waiting for us to return to them somehow. I have always been an artist. Sometimes I make art, other times I collect images, experiences, sensory deliciousness, discomfort, witness, and hold it, store it, like medicine in a bag. There is a rhythm to… Read More
I wrote this two years ago for my other blog, and found it today. Dear self, You may not know it right now, but you are doing important things. I know, it may feel like somehow you got on the wrong bus, or that you are being mistaken for someone else with different skills and different goals… Read More
the way sumac seeds collect in yesterday’s footprints the way the pines stand, two by two and the way their branches tangle the way the snow falls on my face, and fogs the field into soft edges the way I forget to look up, as I watch my feet for snow hidden stumblings the way… Read More
there is a moment in conjuring where a blissful AH HA! comes — sometimes quietly, sometimes with a roar, but there is this moment, when ahhhhhhhhh an IDEA, an offering, a theme, a project, emerges from the primordial muck and wow it is so cool and then, facebook and my inbox bring me messages of… Read More
a cleanish desk new snow and a moment, a lull, in all of it– the internal, the external… a moment when I realize, hey, wasn’t I intending (planning/trying/hoping) to write more often? if only for a moment? life rushes by, like melt water. anxiety has been gathered up and held as gently as I can,… Read More
The theme for me, for these past few years anyway, has been about home. Finding it, creating it, losing it, redefining it… Yesterday (was it only yesterday?) I drove Doug past the house I used to share with Jeff. I had not been past in daylight. I had not been past in a decade, actually,… Read More
New Guest Post up at Seek Your Course! The middle part of the meditation? HEAVENLY. http://seekyourcourse.com/blog/2013/11/breathing-space/ Share This:
waking to a flat cloudy sky the long dark morning of late fall, the slowest dawn a stillness it hits me that it was not a dream my grandparents used to live on long island sound, on a bluff with a view out over the water. one cold winter, the sound froze. and where there… Read More
