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
so much is happening. with an unceasing and only increasing hurricane of information and misinformation, it is easy to feel underwhelmed with the state of the species and overwhelmed with plastic trashlands floating in the ocean, shots fired, kids abandoned and the sorry state of the gold calf that is economy. i felt this acutely … More i see you, blue sky
have you ever felt lonely? when was the last time you felt lonely? I heard today that 46% of Americans feel lonely. To be honest, I had googled “loneliness” because it is something I deal with and learning is how I deal with most things. A conversation that had gone awry with a friend, tiredness … More lonely much?
How are you? Are you busy? Racing from work to kids’ practices and afternoon meetings? Are you up early each day and slow down late at night? Juggling this and that? Working hard to study up, work off, pay off that bill and prepare the kids to rock their world? How’s it going? I spent … More Un-muddying the water
Things fall apart. The wifi fritzes out on the last five minutes of your favorite show, the dog shreds the new couch, your child’s health screen comes back with more questions than answers…your home falls apart. If this were a Monty Python sketch, someone would be singing sweetly, “Always look on the bright side of … More After it falls apart
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 found two wishes stuck in my rosemary plant yesterday. Wishes or cottonwood seeds depending on who identifies the floaty wisps caught in the window box garden. Upon one I placed my love for my children and friends and family – for peace and joy and great love found and nurtured. On the other, I … More Two wishes stuck in the rosemary plant
I didn’t realize it was grief. I knew it was painful. I realized it was necessary. I worked to make it transformative; the endings which signal unwanted beginnings. I’ve wondered why a walk into a sunny blue-sky spring day could rip the air from my lungs. Or a twinge of pain still sears my chest when passing … More I didn’t realize it was grief
, by Glennon Doyle Melton We can do hard things. We humans have an uncanny ability to learn. We grow. We overcome. We adapt. We rest. We change our minds. Make amends. Laugh. Blow milk out our noses when laughing. We plan. We cease. We strive. There is no end to what we can do. … More We can do hard things.
At least once a year, I’ll hear a song that I need to hear again…and again…and again. I’ve learned to ferret these songs out and just go with the endless loop of listening. The songs – varied in style and story – teach me, remind of something, or give “lift.” The latest must-hear song is “No … More Music as markers along the long road