Yesterday I waved to my husband as I left the house, “..goin’ to the bookstore for holiday cards.” I honestly believed I would buy only, merely, just cards. The shop twinkled with sparkly displays of beckoning books, bright cards, funky socks, and this-s and that-s in lovey aisles inviting me to browse, take my time, mosey. I… Continue Reading
People in my town leave the scenes of accidents. Neighbors in the nearest city fight over shelter sites. Opioid epidemic grows state-wide. Mass shootings sweep the country. Climate despair goes global. Countries compete in the space race. When I expand outwardly from here to there, this to that, often I see only the mess we’ve… Continue Reading
On a crisp fall afternoon with cloudless sky and crunchy leaves on the hard ground, I sat at my desk. This kind of weather has grown-ups stomping like kids on wooded paths making crinkly sounds through the foliage piles. Staying inside on a day like this is a recipe for depression, for feeling de-pressed, pressed… Continue Reading
I tried to explain Big Rock to my four grandkids, how what seemed towering now looks tiny. But the oldest, twin nine-year-olds, don’t know metaphor or how views change with time. My younger siblings, neighborhood pals and I loved Big Rock, dumped our bikes at the base of this formation along the side of Big… Continue Reading
I was recently interviewed by Dr. Elizabeth Strawbridge and yoga teacher Genell Vashro Huston during a lovely three week cleanse they led. This was a cleanse in the largest sense offering invitations to take a look at patterns and habits we might want to change as winter approaches. It was an honor for me. youtubeembedcode… Continue Reading
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