This morning, I woke to find an e-mail from the wife of one of my cousins - one of my favorite people. This gal is known throughout the family as warm, sunny, loving, caring, funny. We all look forward to seeing her. A devoted and generous daughter, wife, and mother, and now a beautifully graced … Continue reading On The Practice of Space and Connection
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27 January 2018. It’s You.
❤ If you asked me five years ago, on a regular Saturday morning such as this, anything having to do with dating or coupling (outside of business or creatively contributing to something) or, God forbid, Love and such, I would have quickly changed the subject to you, your life and goings--on; or my daughter or … Continue reading 27 January 2018. It’s You.
Loose Ends, Tied.
This final week of 2017 I have unplugged from Facebook to the extent that I am, in three day's time, remarkably happier and more unburdened than I have been in five years. Maybe more. The planet continues to have hope and disaster hand-in-hand, but I don't have to read or know about every single detail … Continue reading Loose Ends, Tied.
Harumph.
Home Alone, adult style. All menfolk out of the house for the night. My evening plan to attend the roller derby nixed, though I could have attended had I gone in my own vehicle. (An option left unsuggested.) But, I shall sit outside in the cricketsong and honey-pinking sky against the mountains, with a favorite … Continue reading Harumph.
Barley September.
These last few mornings, before dawn, I have walked the dog. Because my head is thrown back mouth hanging open dazed by all the stars, I have no idea whether or not she has relieved herself of her night holdings. Let's presume "yes", as she has not soiled the carpet (recently). On our walk this … Continue reading Barley September.
Forest Through.
Empty nest - what empty nest? Our nest has people. Some are not-quite mine, some (when they visit) are very much mine. Our nest is not empty. There is a dog here, and a man and a teenboy. And me. Not empty. But, it is not full, either. There's an essay going around social … Continue reading Forest Through.
