borage in my garden Last night it took a long while to clear my mind well enough to fall asleep. I am a skilled meditator and have a good practice of keeping myself grounded, but dear god— I was taken to the very edge last night as the specific horrors of what the US government… [Read More]
ollie
ollie go-golly, the all love dog On Tuesday afternoon around 4:30 pm, I finished a phone call and came down the stairs to take Ollie for a walk. I found him collapsed against the wall, making no sound– just looking up at me in a puddle of twisted arms and legs. He had been getting… [Read More]
reflections
Gah. What the what. Fourth Saturday in March 2018, what? Where do my wonderful intentions disappear to? I’m thinking I really had no idea how long it would take for me to rest, reground and recenter. And although I am a big believer in Mary Oliver’s adage, “things take the time they take” there’s a… [Read More]
the view fine
“I found in one of my rambles up the hills a real hermit, living in a lonesome spot, hard to get at, rocky, the view fine, with a little patch of land two rods square. A man of youngish, middle age, city born and raised, had been to school, had traveled in Europe and California…. [Read More]
the colors of my world (this week)
Like a woman who goes to her lover’s room when he is not there, I go to the woods. Like a woman laying her hand on each of his possessions and loving him all the more, I walk in the trees and touch– pine cone, leaf, feather, husk. Always a longing to catch sight of… [Read More]