the opposite of mowing down Saturday, I drove past the protesters, honking and waving. There are still quite a few people, there are new signs to match the new indignities that we are being dragged through. Waving as you drive by takes almost no effort, yet it still felt good. I am in the midst … Continue reading Protesting, Week 21 – or Venture Rewilding
Fighting for, not against Sometimes, the best protesting you can do is in favor of your own life. Why is it so hard to say what one wants, or decide what to do with the life that you have been gifted? Last weekend, I paddled in the ocean. No seals, but red jellyfish, and sailboats, … Continue reading Protesting, Week 19 – or Ocean Depths
Exhaustion, anger, depression - and getting up again It. Must stop saying it. Standing in for all the things I think and want to say. My brain whirling too fast to describe what it is. Perhaps it - or my sense of time moving too fast, or the endless sorting and pattern matching of observation … Continue reading It
Breathing life into things. The Garden of Eden, Working Backwards Working backwards. A trip out from a senior center to the farmstand. It’s a beautiful day, cloudy, the trees nearly at their fullness, the spring green beginning to change to summer green, darker, more muscular, powerful. The fields are plowed and planted. The older people … Continue reading The Garden of Eden, Working Backwards
A small protest on a sunny day in a small town Where to begin. What to say. Quick - grab their attention. Hi! Over here! The small, or not so small suburban town I live in provides a neat microcosm of the country, in the same way that the job I currently have is an … Continue reading Where to Begin
What image, mental or photographic, brings up the feeling of exclusion and loneliness? At the holidays, you have so many choices for this trigger. Yesterday, I went to the local Target. All these big stores are starting to feel like half-empty warehouses. I looked at the coffee maker I was thinking of buying. It was … Continue reading On Being Alone During the Holidays
Another holiday. It’s been a long time since the last blog post. Is that even what they are called anymore? Time seems to have changed again since the new year. New Year! A few years ago, I mean weeks, we celebrated. Then the wheel turned, and we were thrown into the everyday. January lasted for … Continue reading Plastic Rosary
Good morning from a small town by the ocean. Hazel update - she is still fighting hard. I'm thinking about our walks by the ocean, her happy smile, and how much she loves her little family.Thank you to everyone who has donated. It means so much. Please click here to help and read about her. … Continue reading Help Hazel
Today, the feast of St. Stephen. Boxing Day. In the USA, another day. It’s still quieter though – that’s something. Today I had a moment where I realized a deep feeling of sadness and kindness towards America – the one I glimpsed in moments, the faces who stared back at me. Perhaps it is the … Continue reading Look After Each Other
It's been a month since I posted anything, I haven’t been writing for anyone for the past several weeks. My keyboard and my sense of what was appropriate to express broke at the same moment the world did. I’m slowly clambering up the muddy bank, although I really dislike the new keyboard with its bizarre … Continue reading Late Update
