I write this on Juneteenth in the middle of Pride month. And I see the mess adults are handing the next generations; homophobia, racism, people hurting people. But when I hear the brilliance in children, hope explodes. I read to my granddaughters. Their naturally occurring sweetness radiates. First, the book, “Peaceful Fights for Equal Rights:”… Continue Reading
Your teenage daughter says, “I’m pregnant.” Your summer cabin floods. Your son gets jailed for DUI. And then stronger stressors. A virus starts; the world stops. The planet shuts down until public killings and passionate protests open it up. How do we manage? One friend who leans toward worst case scenarios has nightmares. A yogi… Continue Reading
When my grandchildren arrived, they began a fort-creating project from the stockpiles of forest debris. The nine-year-old twins, Walker and Taylor, started a teepee-ish design and dug deep for scaffolding, “We need a long bough to stand up for the roof.” Five-year-old Brooke balanced gray stones for decoration in tiny corners. Almost eight-year-old Lawson lugged… Continue Reading
Corona virus time feels labyrinthine, the pandemic tangle, like those sacred paths, unfamiliar. Spiraling vulnerability. No clear course through. I remember my first labyrinth. Two of my dear friends, Jean and Alex, both sixty-three, died days before I stepped –as an experiment —into that web-like design, symbolic of our human journeys. My mind, tortuous with… Continue Reading
The words social isolation fail. Maybe bodies apart/people connected succeeds as a term for this time. Isolation wouldn’t be healthy. Don’t people need people? Hunkering down works. Hunkering down would include aloneness without loneliness, would include sorting old photos, doing puzzles. Solitude might bring benefits. Maybe in these at-home hours, we could grow more creative,… Continue Reading
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