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]
daisy
why it matters
If ever you think it doesn’t make a difference whether you offer a gentle word of condolence to someone suffering loss, please know it makes all the difference. You may think ‘oh, there’s nothing I can do– my saying sorry can’t help much’ but I am here to tell you— when the community around you… [Read More]
my best girl
Sweetest spirit ever there was, Daisy October 2006 – July 2017 Never imagined this blog would become an obituary page, but life is funny that way. I really don’t have any other public forum to share beyond the cryptic space of an Instagram post and for those who have loved Daisy– I want to be… [Read More]
the inevitable spin of Spring
There’s a reason I don’t teach or take classes during Squam . . it’s because I am an all or nothing kind of personality. I don’t have any access to the ‘moderation’ dial when it comes to things I put my heart into. If my focus is on something I am passionate about– it gets… [Read More]
a most excellent diagnosis
Let’s not hold our breath, shall we– but, in the ever unchanging saga of healing that small intestine/spleen issue that has been dogging me for lo, these four years— we have got a new trend happening– one that might mean at some point in the future I could be a normal human being again. Of… [Read More]