I wrote this a year ago after a morning volunteering at the center that serves breakfast to low-income and homeless women and children. The kitchen was being remodeled back then, so we were only offering coffee in paper cups and to-go items like fruit, wrapped cheese, and protein bars. It was the week of the … Continue reading Summer Solstice
This was written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompt, "Don't feed the ducks." It should be noted that the photo above is of Joe Mallard, as his mate Marietta is rather camera shy. Joe and Marietta Mallard were vacationing in Sacramento valley pools they caught sight of as they traversed the … Continue reading The Musings of Marietta Mallard
“Listen, are you breathing just a little and calling it a life?” Mary Oliver I like to imagine that the breath goes everywhere in my body, not just into my lungs, and—hey, it’s just occurred to me—it does!! I know this because I used to teach a very pared down simplified science lesson on the … Continue reading Breathing Just a Little
The day before Easter, just about a month ago, I tripped on a concrete block in a parking lot and fell flat on my face. My chin was cut badly enough to need seven stitches, and my jaw now has a tiny little crack in it. I was blessed in that they didn't need to … Continue reading Gravity: how it pulls us
Hey, I just found this in my journal. I remember writing it, but I don't remember when. Guess it's time to set it free. It's a bit of Matrix thinking! If I had it to do all over again, maybe I’d take the blue pill; I’d choose the illusion. I’ll get a job in a … Continue reading If I had to do it over again. . .
A journal entry from a few years back: Hanging in the sunny back yard with Angelcat this AM, I spotted what could be a large bird in the redwood tree across the street. I went inside to get my binoculars, expecting to be disappointed. Sometimes it’s a bird; sometimes it’s a hanging branch that’s been … Continue reading Stillness
A bit of musing written with my Thursday night writing group. Prompt: no such thing as. . . There's no such thing as Easter Bunnies or Santa Clauses or Tooth Fairies, but apparitions of the Blessed Virgin Mary are as common as salt, and often considered boring in some circles. Oh, Mary--again? Why not St. … Continue reading Welcome Mary
I was just looking at a group selfie, taken a few weeks ago at a Christmas brunch with my long-time friends from high school. For the record, we graduated together forty-four years ago this spring, so we'e known each other a very long time. It's only been in the past five years or so that … Continue reading One Earth
Wallowing in post-holiday exhaustion/annoyance/envy/loneliness yet paradoxically grateful to have some alone time, then BAM!--stunned by the unexpected yet unsurprising news that a good friend has died, and suddenly I am so damn sick of being accepting. I think, who came up with this business where people routinely die, just disappear--the roles they played go … Continue reading Blessings in Disguise
I wrote the first three pieces of this series last week before Oprah's kick-ass, inspirational, campaign-like speech at the Golden Globes on Sunday. I had no idea I'd be ahead of the curve. And to be honest, I really didn't think she'd do it. I didn't think she'd run. But today anything seems possible. The … Continue reading Oprah 2020?