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  I went to a lovely birthday party on a recent Saturday night. My friend was celebrating her 70th birthday. 70th. I remembered being 33, the summer after my daughter was born, when a different friend from another life became 36. I remember the day clearly. On our wonderful screened … Read More

Yesterday a young woman told me that she had read the thought, love the question, for the first time.  Love the question.  Of course.  All of our questions are part of the balance of life.  A question whose answer will follow eventually in the natural unfolding, is another sign of … Read More

Earlier this week was not the first time that I came across the concept that everything is about either loving or not loving.  It fits with the idea that all of our emotions can be divided into either love or fear.  And also that at every moment we are either … Read More

(from Just Write) I was tired at the end of the work day A nap sounded like a very good idea Put the cookies in the oven And the water on for tea Gathered my materials And was ready for writing time When my writing guest arrived We write with … Read More

I gave up my rainbows in the fall this year.  We changed the paint in the family room, and I made new curtains…a valance really with hand painted leaves.  In the process, I took down all of the crystals hanging in the windows and then didn’t feel as though I … Read More

“Heroes take journeys, confront dragons, and discover the treasure of their true selves.” — Carol Lynn Pearson, American poet

The day that David put up his mother’s quilt frame in our home I was delighted.  He had had large sections of plexiglass cut to fit for a tabletop across the quilt on top and a shelf along the beam below.  Both fit beautifully together under the windows that have … Read More

“As we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.” —Nelson Mandela

I know a woman who works in her roses everyday.   She is also painting her bedroom ceiling blue with clouds added to look like the sky.  When she talks about the ceiling she looks as though she’s ten years old, not quite able to hold in the secret delight she … Read More

I am not a swimmer at all. In fact, when I am in the pool, I am usually playing with my grandsons or relaxing with my husband. Any pool laps I do include a colorful swim noodle, used by young children or people at the other end of the age … Read More

Here I am Six years A white dog Joint pain And a loving husband later Sitting by the pool in white cotton Again or still Wanting simply to be And hoping that writing poetry is accomplishing Something An excuse for the morning that is drifting away However pleasurably… But who … Read More