I never thought I’d think, say or infer something so trite-sounding and cruel as “the upside of pain.” But this morning while downward-dogging in yoga and then again in a crazy-tough bind, I thought of the upside of a recent season of bewilderment and anomie. Favorite memories moseyed into my thoughts as I stretched this … More The upside of pain
Have you seen the video of the bear that snuffled a family’s home while they slumbered? Ursa major made a minor snack of their belongings. If you’ve had a chance to read my last blog where the idea of trauma and pain is likened to hangry bears who follow you and take up residence in … More The rest of the (bear) story
I have been quiet. Listening. Watching. Thinking. Praying even…dear Universe, please stop sucking; people are lonely, kids need to be safe, let love grow…how can I help? And reading. Meditating though only in that meditation is cultivating outward quiet so inward quietness has a chance to take root. As far as the blogging life of … More Thoughts from the quiet
I’ve been privileged to know many lovely people in my young and not-so-young life. Alberta who loved us thoroughly and for whom I cried bitterly when we moved back to Germany my first time. Grandmas, grandpas, aunties and cousins. Teachers. I almost could be persuaded to believe in God again just because of the enduring … More Be who you needed when you were younger
I have long been up this morning in the quiet tiny apartment, this place of refuge where I landed after limping back to Kansas. #1 son generously called it the Hobbit House for its diminutive size and coziness. I’ll always be grateful for the sweetness of that name. The kids saw home where I saw … More Starting Again: a travelogue to encourage people who are beginning again…again
This year is already different. In winter’s bitter cold and having Izzy nearby to woof at phantoms only she can hear, a change within the Hobbit House has occurred. Instead of resolving to get better at this and do better at that and be brilliant and wave my hanky at the capricious universe, I am … More Making friends with myself
It begins today. Each year of late, I’ve approached the new year with a word or idea to orient my thoughts and actions over the coming 365 days. Last year’s “Voyage of Discovery” proved on point: I began a graduate degree in January, new work in February, learned I was losing my vision last summer…then … More Build.
As Izzy and I tromped through the mist of a quieter Manhattan, Mariah Carey’s voice jingled in my thoughts, “All I want for Christmas…” And it got me thinking. What do I really want when people are hungry, lonely and weary – worried about their family’s future? Thanks to Izzy and her dash for a … More All I want for Christmas
It finally rained last night. All of the star-obscuring clouds we cursed in the dark became the first rain we have had in a while. The world outside is refreshed. It smells wonderful and Izzy and I heard birds singing on our morning trot about town as if it were spring. Last night we looked … More Party lights on the prairie
It is finished. After wigging out, dragging my feet and hoping for other variables to magically make this decision easier, I have just submitted my insurance elections for the next year. Something I’ve been avoiding thinking about for days…weeks, at least. Fretting about it? Worrying? Freaking out about getting it wrong? Check. Check. Check. Finally, I … More Not yet, but I have the tools to find out.