I have been thinking of the power each life embodies – the potential energy inherent in each person – what one life can set in motion. One life. When I think of the people who breathed life over me, I think of my sisters and brother. Rare friends. A stranger here and there. First Magpie … More what one life can do
It is dreary outside today so the people who shine from within stand out. Like the stranger who waved as he turned in front of the Sweet Vibe while I ran an errand. We don’t know one another, but his kindness activated a bit of light in a day where overcast would be a step … More the shiny people
It’s Thanksgiving weekend. Traditionally, my favorite holiday when the goal is time, turkey and talking smack over the K-Stateopoly board or Uno. Why do many of us love Thanksgiving? Thanksgiving does not often carry the stress of pre-gathering gift buying and wrapping and the decorations are usually simpler (or non-existent) of other holidays. There is … More why thanksgiving
something unexpected happened recently. finally. i stopped worrying so much about missing out – missing something experienced or a person known in this short life. expecting great meaning only in great action. while making my way across germany – a place i have loved and missed – with people i love and miss through crowds … More missing out
I lost my voice. And I kind of love it. Not so much the endless cups of tea and not being able to run (the wheezing…), but losing my voice has helped me find a few important things like solitude, more attentive listening, greater thoughtfulness when I do attempt speech and the best maniacally-sounding laugh … More in the quiet.
This is going to be brief as in “brevity is clarity.” I borrowed the tidbits below from two very different sources: Weird Al Yankovic and Sharon Salzburg. One is known for boisterous musical satire and the other invites people to quiet contemplation. See below. Vote. Get a free sticker. Vote. Show you care about something. … More Free stickers!
Last week, I was buzzing along Ulm, Berchtesgaden and Hamburg streets – at home with the people and places we explored. In each city, I noticed small stone-shaped plaques among the cobbles. Each plate began “Hier wohnte…” or “Here lived…” followed by a name, and dates of deportations and death. Since I have been gone, … More stones of remembrance
Tomorrow, I fly. Leaving for good this time. Rolling and stuffing as much as I can into one carry-on pack, leaving curling iron and all but lipstick and mascara behind and a few clothes for adventuring, I am leaving the Hobbit House for good. Who knows how I will return in a few weeks? (A … More leaving for good
This morning I got out to run in the drippy pre-dawn town that includes my current address. As much as I enjoy after-running, I needed a nudge and that’s where Katie’s text from last night came into play. “Yoga in the am?” So with a target to meet up with my pal on a mat … More jealousy and forgiveness.
Prologue: I initially miss-typed “the unforeseen god.” It could be the rainy-weekend binge watching of The Good Place with the cat I’m hanging out with that has me thinking of god. Or grief. Or Bob Goff’s, “Everybody Always” on audiobook. Or the promise to read a kids’ graphic-novel version of the bible that I am … More The unforeseen good