Daring to Live-part 2 (time is now and becoming a yogi)

Well, you know me, ever trying to become a hermit in my little abode on the corner in the city behind high trees and corn stalks while dreaming of great adventures.  I ventured out to my first cooking class and it was indeed fun.  I talked a little, drank some wine, critiqued all the food to…

The Little Cat that Could

Three weeks ago today I got a friend’s message and headed to the feed mill armed with formula, bottles, and Pedialyte.  They were not even a day old.  Found in the basement of an ancient building, half frozen, their feral mother vanished.  I became the mama. Every two hours through the night I fed them…

The Messengers (The Great Eagle Dance)

Do you remember when I wrote to you about the dozens of black hawks (that still don’t seem to exist according to bird books) that followed us up a hiking trail, swooped in front of our window, and circled our house en masse?  They all gathered up into a swarm and flew north in a dramatic…

The Dancer

My toes have dirt on them from May until the crisp snows of Yule force them into warm socks. Though called ugly and curved, my toes were perfect for dance.  Slid beautifully into ballet shoes and curved just so to hold me on my toes with ease. My feet held me in sequences of intrinsic…

What If?

  What if God is the God of the Israelites and God is Allah and God is the American Indian’s Creator and the Pagan Celt’s God and Goddess, and the Buddhist’s Divine, and the same the world and history over? What if Jesus is Buddha is Muhammad is the Calf Woman is the Sun God…

Something to Ponder

“So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around?” -Kathleen Kelly, You’ve Got Mail   To be continued…    

Little Infusions of Joy

  I don’t have to tell you about the hustle and bustle of life.  Seems we can worry ourselves to pieces over myriads of things and ever changing new notions.  But truly life is a menagerie of memories seen in moving pictures and snapshots.  Waiting for a loan to go through or a job change…

Hot Chocolate with Strangers

If I left before the 6:15 bus in the mornings to school, the dawn cold and quiet, I could go early to the Burger King by the bus stop and a gentleman would buy me hot chocolate and talk with me.  Now in this day and age that sounds highly suspect (actually in that day and age…

Faith

  To go with the writings two weeks ago of Joy and Gratitude, I want to continue with Faith. “Things always work out,” my grandma says often, “maybe not as you expect, but they always work out.”  I also believe that when we have a dream deep in our heart that grows and bubbles and takes over,…

The Leaf’s Exhale (graceful transition)

It twirled down and danced across the grass in Grand Jeté .  Glistened by the street lamp, I thought it a tiny bird but its golden splendor curled and stopped among the still green blades, an autumn leaf in exhale.  I envied its vivacity. I suppose I have allowed myself to fall into the depths…

Being Thankful

Last year after a particularly bad storm Aunt Donna broke the news to me that the big, old apple tree was no more.  Its branches had collapsed and the years of apple gathering had come to an end. The other night she called and said that the tree was filled with fruit!  A true testament…

Joy

The world comes rushing through.  Attempting to be in three places at once, get everything done, make all the right decisions, and keep up can, and often does, takes up the majority of our time.  Folks, especially Americans, are notoriously and ridiculously busy.  I find myself jumping into the race until I fall on the rug exhausted….