Jusqu‘à ce que la mort nous sépare by Dominique Fortin Anyone who knows me, is well aware of my deep love and admiration for the work of Dominique Fortin. So when I reached out to her to ask if I could use the painting I had recently purchased for the cover of my book and she… [Read More]
scribbles
how I enter the water
Tif Fussell :: Portland, OR :: August 2018 Hello world! If you are wondering what it takes for me to finally (finally!) get focused and begin sharing some of my scribbles and thoughts again– you can look to these eight women whose encouraging comments on facebook got me wanting to show up and stay connected… [Read More]
the undefended heart
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]