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…
Stitch together the family history; “Handle with Care” those moments frozen in time
A couple of the things I treasure most are two manila envelopes filled with old photographs. When I was growing up, there were stacks and stacks of old photographs in the attic and the basement; more stacks could be found stored in the dining room buffet or in the television cabinet. Having moved cross-country, I…
“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…
An iPhone Sunset, one among millions: a visual cliche
Quick! Click The most beautiful sunset is the one that hangs over us right now. Typical evening . . . Husband and I went out for a walk with the dog. The night before, I’d grabbed my camera, but only nabbed a couple of shots that I’ll post here. We’d walked by the creek that…
Wander through a messy garden; dig up some writing ideas
I woke up thinking about my vegetable garden. It’s a mess. The cilantro was a brilliant flash in the pan but now there are only brown, stubby reeds left. The lettuce seems to be reaching for the sky — tall shoots with buds of flowers. It really doesn’t look like lettuce anymore, but more like…
Summer Inertia and Shel Silverstein: Playing Hurk a little while longer
I’m back from the AVID Summer Institute feeling energized to start the new year . . . and lamenting that the summer is now flying out the door. This morning I took care of the 4000+ emails I had in my google in-box which was mildly satisfying. I just stuffed them all into a folder…
Musings at Night
Night Be still says the brain But the heart can’t stop Spinning its secrets Blue knots of worry Each one tethered to bollards That won’t budge for rest Untangling knot twists One by one, each loosening A tight grip — to sleep.
A Curiously Fabulous Play about a young man and his quest for truth: The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime.
I have a few minutes this morning to tell you about an AMAZING play we saw on Sunday afternoon in SF: The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime. My husband and I may be the last people to catch this amazing production, but if you’re a straggler, try to find it near you…
Barbara Ganias Comstock 