Seems a day for the words of others. Meg Casey’s thoughts on the solstice make me weep and feel a surge of wild hope at the same time. But mostly, what I crave, more than anything is to be alone. Its the solstice and I feel the yin, dark, quietness and want to stay here. [...]
I wish you quietness, and the kind of rest that has you wake up feeling calm. And warm feet and glowing embers, and shortbread cookies or latkes and rosy cheeks or whatever sustains you. And tears if you need them, wet and cleansing. These words render me mute by being all that matters. And so [...]
I am honored to again have my writing featured on Kelly Diels’ site, Cleavage. It is a high honor indeed to read my own sentences within the gilded cage of Kelly’s words. Hers is, in her own words, the “flesh poetry of experience.” Kelly writes about art, religion, politics, philosophy, and Bratz dolls with equal [...]
I loved Sarah’s post yesterday at Momalom about the words she surrounds herself with (literally, as in post-its on her computer and written on her desk). She asked people to share the words that they carry with them. She then tweeted them all day and I loved reading the words that comfort and inspire others. [...]
I am very honored to be guest posting at Kelly Diels’ new site, Cleavage, today. Please go check her site out and read my thoughts on the Meaning of Life (small topic). Also, major thanks to Sally for putting into much clearer words this morning what’s been percolating in my head: You cannot think your [...]
Grace is seven. She has had a great day. I have had a tough day. Thank you to those of you who have sent incredibly sweet and thoughtful emails, who have called to celebrate my girl – the generosity of spirit means a great deal to me. I am lucky to have you all in [...]
Kate at sweet/salty has a gorgeous post this morning. Her last lines are a far more evocative and articulate description of something that’s been much on my mind lately. I’ve been thinking about how most everybody’s ‘bad’ behavior comes from deep human emotions. Of how I want to be more compassionate to those I love [...]
I keep marking this post by Heather of the Extraordinary Ordinary (fantastic blog title) as unread in Google Reader. I keep rereading it, mulling over her words, turning over her images like a flat and sun-warmed beach stone in my hand. Heather’s words have burrowed into my head with the same gentle, quiet insistence that [...]
So here I am, negotiating my relationship to the world in the past and the present. Which parts of the past do I listen to, and which ones do I not listen to? How do I get my gut and the maps to align? And what do I do when I get to the edge [...]
If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. and there is nothing more to it than that. – Storypeople (Brian Andreas) From a great new (to me) blog: the spirit of the river. Email this post
