A book report used to be a challenge to complete back in the day. I think we must have had some rules or formats to follow because I remember completing them, but I absolutely cannot recall anything about the process. I also cannot recall liking doing them. So, now I get to do a book …
Continue reading “Falling Upward, a Spirituality for the Two Halves of Life”, by Richard Rohr
Sometimes all I need to say has already been said. Then, from a kayak on a quiet little lake, as the poet Mary Oliver advised, I look and I am astonished. Today, this photo tells, in perhaps a thousand words, about letting go. No surprise, really, in words I myself cannot find.
Mum's favorite color was green. Knowing things like that makes connections easier somehow. I love blue, always have, always will I am sure, be someone whose favorite color is blue. But the green thing is seeping in around the edges. When we moved to this current home, left behind were some things from the previous …
Mum learned to drive when she was 55, but as I recall she never learned to like the experience. That didn't mean she wouldn't get behind the wheel, of course. On her terms. In Maine, most roads are 2 lanes, with a shoulder. That shoulder might be gravel or dirt, but as I recall, seldom …
Now that doesn’t sound very appetizing to an adult, does it? I can testify, though, that calling it that would send me into fits of giggles as a child. In my struggle to portray what this is, I came up with some basic, easy to follow directions. Trust me, when you make this you’ll be …
I know now what “should” did, but back then I didn’t. As I remember, Mum wasn’t particularly fond of the word “should”. As a small child I’m thinking I must’ve been very fond of that word, because I have retained a vivid recall around what came next if I offered advice to my Mum that …
https://videopress.com/v/sMv7Onx6?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Qigong: Ancient Choreography Today my beautiful daughter asked for some input on an old family recipe - Molasses Cookies! It was a sweet jumping off point for me - thinking about those who came before me, and have passed on to the next life. I love this song, and cherish memories and thoughts of …
Mum loved to write poetry. My recollection is that it always rhymed. This one doesn’t rhyme, but I am sure she would’ve loved it anyway. In fact, I think I just heard her say “Good job”. I am overwhelmed with prayers, love and support from near and far. I opened a tattered journal today to …
This post is dedicated to my parents, dancing in heaven. It’s also dedicated to Tom, to my brothers and their soulmates, and to my many dear and treasured friends still dancing The Dance of Two Trees here on earth. I have most often found myself first writing, and then searching for the perfect song to …
