COVID-19 has swept into our lives in devastating ways. Across the country, it single-handedly has brought so much of life as we know it to a stand-still. If you live in the SF Bay Area, you’re now under a “shelter-in-place” directive. Everything closed. Everyone home. We’re all washing our hands and hording toilet paper. Stress…
Category: writing
Just a Blog Away: Fishermen and Poets
There is so much creativity and wonder out there in the blogging world and I need to grab more of it in 2018. That’s one of my goals for the new year. I don’t make resolutions because resolutions are notoriously bad at holding up over time. Goals, though, are doable. Specific. They can be tracked…
Looking for Time in all the wrong places: thoughts on my blogging life.
Tuesday 5:30 AM: I feel like a country western song — you know, the one about not finding what you’re looking for — or the one about losing what you had? I don’t even know the right words for the picking of guitar strings, but I can hear the sound in my ears as I…
The curious nature of the moon and my blog: an explanation, a question, and some gratitude.
THE MOON: I love that the moon has so many phases — and that when you look up at it, depending on the sky and the light, you’ll see something new. There is magic in it — in the nooks and crannies, the craters and lakes. So last night, I grabbed that new Panasonic point-n-shoot…
The Yin and the Yang in one Disney Encounter; A little life reminder
Walking through the Magic Kingdom on our second day there, my fire-aching feet were making me wonder where the magic had gone when . . . MAGIC. Mary Poppins and Burt were strolling along — and my heart did a little skip. So much love. Mary and Burt! I’m a middle-aged woman and there I…
It takes two to tango: the wisdom of 21 years together
When the magic fades and the gray hair grows in When the lines at the corners of My smiling eyes Set in . . . When the shadows fall with a setting sun And specks of light and joy peek through, I will forever be grateful For the day I married you. It’s my…
Summer brain and the start of a new school year
I’m such a cliche. After having spent the whole week thinking today was my wedding anniversary, I actually looked at the calendar. It’s tomorrow. It’s not that I didn’t know the date we got married; it’s that I didn’t know what today’s date was. I’m blaming it on summer brain. Summer brain is the heavy…
The Moment the Healthcare Vote and One Teen’s Life Intersect is a Critical Moment for All
How ironic is it that on the day the Senate is set to vote on a disastrous healthcare bill that is aimed at taking health care away from millions, raising costs for everyone, and giving a whopping tax break to millionaires — on the day that they may cast their vote for that horrible, terrible,…
The gifts of 5:00 AM and coffee-cup meditations.
My husband jokes about “burning daylight” if you wake up too late. I’m less concerned about that than I am about seeing the start of day. There is something about the quiet beginnings of morning, the way the birds awaken and the sky lightens, that comfort me. It’s a grounding I need, and a space…
Random thoughts, which may be a product of a middle aged brain
I think I qualify as a middle aged woman. And then the thought crosses my mind that if that is so, I have plans to live well past 100. This morning, though, maybe because of middle age, my brain is hopping around randomly. So here goes . . . some random morning thoughts: I’m starting…
What might happen if you had an unshakable faith in the possible?
What might it look like if you had an unshakable faith in the possible? I don’t think that’s as much about “hope” as it is being able to visualize clearly what could happen if . . . We know that research supports this theory of visualization as practice. When we create pictures in our mind’s…
“Give me your worries, Child” Letting Go — and Grace
Give me your worries, Child Drop them, one by one, into my cupped hands. Name them, call them out for all the worry they’ve thrashed about in your tiny heart. Give me your worries, Child; Each one will rest in my care, Relax your heart from the wear and tear. I will hold each…
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