It has been a week. Wednesday evening, I left work and headed to a local indie bookstore where I sat in a tiny kids’ chair surrounded by hopeful stories, and made a plan. I made a plan because the acquittal of a politician who has admitted to initiating unwanted sexual contact on women, and who … More What’s next?
Have you read Joan Didion’s Year of Magical Thinking? It’s a love story shrouded in grief — the author’s travelogue through loss and the sorting out of what is left. I read it a few years into our family’s remaking … re-imagining our lives. Actually, I wasn’t re-imagining my life. I was still mired in … More Wishful thinking
If you have lived or driven through the Midwest during winter, you may have encountered rain as ice and liquid creating a hard slippy shell over the fields. Like hoarfrost only heavy, slick and dangerous. It coats and stops everything. It is beautiful. During yesterday’s “ice day,” I realized at 11:30 a.m., neither the pup … More Beautiful.
Immolation: comes from the Latin word immolat-, meaning “sprinkled with sacrificial meal.” Immolation always involves a sacrifice or offering of some sort. The word often invokes burning, a common method of sacrifice.* Self-immolation: the act of killing oneself for political or religious reasons, particularly by burning. It is often used as an extreme form of protest … More Self-immolation
It is early. Dark. Winter. I see the sun out the window as it begins it’s stretching salutation from east to west. A bird – maybe the same bird as when I let Izzy out earlier – is singing nearby. A bird. Singing in winter. Before the sun rises over the cold dark world. This … More What I’ve noticed
Oh fear. You wily bastard. I don’t know your story or how you move through life on billowed sails or why you show up ready for a fight … or the other shoe to drop. I do know my story. I know how fear has wrapped its tentacles so tightly around me that I have … More 3 ways fear makes us stupid
Merry merry. It is Christmas Day here in the Flint Hills of Kansas. After the big snow of a few weeks ago, Kansas has volleyed back with 53 degrees at 9:30 a.m. December 25. Izzy and I are thrilled (despite the photo). Soon, we’ll meet up with friends to climb nearby Mt. Mitchell and bark … More The most wonderful time
I found home. Finally. Somewhere in the fog of Tennessee’s Highway 24, or in Archery, Georgia, or in the mountains where I met with friends and laughed before heading out to race along familiar red clay trails … or in the cabin – almost to Manhattan – to celebrate one of my very best friend’s … More I found home.
I am finally ahead. And already have my work … word for 2020: Uncomplicate. Rather than “simplify” which too often can keep us in the shallows or “minimalism” which is its own tangled thing, I want to uncomplicate my life by uncomplicating my thinking, what my heart chooses to believe and my time. My goal … More Uncomplicate
recently, i got my feathers ruffled. hackles raised. i was slightly pissed. and as i looked at the issue, i saw a collision of opinion, fired up by differing experience, and muddied by a bit of fear and frustration. people i respect. and i worked to learn and reframe and think and be brave and … More courage to be curious