Just lately, I’ve been exploring my latest writing fascination: creative non-fiction–or more specifically, the memoir. And in my usual obsessive fashion,…
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The call
We are dancing now on the mummified remains of ancient sisterhood, and I, weary but duty bound, am loath to be…
The care and feeding of adolescents
As you know by now, every now and again I dip into my old “Memory Lane” files, and this time…
Ponderings of a wanderer
All my life, I’ve been a spiritual wanderer. I’ve examined a number of religious belief systems and dipped my toes into several,…
Queen of delusion
I’ve just lately realized that, in spite of such extensive mental preparation as mentioning it–jokingly, to be sure–at every…
The long dance
Another oldie: Here is the latest update on things at The Zoo. The kids are chafing at the bit…
Tempest in my teapot
A few years ago a friend gave me a wonderful birthday gift: a pair of dainty, delicate and absolutely gorgeous jade…
When is enough, enough?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Enough Is Enough.” Yes, I know; my blog looks different. And yes,…
An ego story
I love stories, especially the ones that oh, so gently hold a mirror up to us readers so that we…
An e-book e-complaint
I need to rant. It won’t be a long rant, but there’s something out there in the ebook world that puts…
Hard bucking (32nd anniversary)
Beginning to be comfortable, we two, after all this time; this stubborn, persevering love, sturdy now as the two old…
“War is obsolete; all life is interrelated” – a tribute
“It really boils down to this: that all life is interrelated. We are all caught in an inescapable network of…
The gift of Pandora’s box
Ebb Tide Abandoned rowboat on a barren beach, its treasures gone – oars, bailing can, worms lost to the endless tide.…
Made of stars
Everywhere, simply everywhere I look, I see stylized, photoshopped and airbrushed images of women – and men – that look…
Waking up out of a tradition [reblog]
Originally posted on Standing in an Open Field:
Buddham sarinam gacchami. Dammam sarinam gacchami. Sangham sarinam gacchami. I go for refuge to Buddha ,…
The new look
This morning I decided to freshen my blog by turning out a new look for 2015. Nothing outlandish, you understand, just…
The cusp
And so here we are again; once more we find ourselves perched on the cusp of old year and new,…
Windows to the soul
The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me; my eye and God’s…
Curse of the Kitchen Gods
Tomorrow night will be my first Christmas Eve Feast as the retired hostess of this annual family event, a role that I’ve…
Stalemate
Every deep relationship has its ups and downs; there are times when, no matter how hard you both try, you…
To protect, to serve
I know a cop. He works extremely hard at a thankless job that it has become popular nowadays to sneer…
“A rose by any other name….”
Three evenings from now, I will be entering a new phase of my Shin Buddhist experience: I’ll take part in a…
The big picture
Thomas Merton is another of my heroes, and so the quote that accompanies this soulful painting by Anna Shukeylo caught my…
How to grow tomatoes
Lately I’ve been poking around in my “memory lane” files, and I came across this little post that’s so old…
Mono no aware
Fall is a poem, a diary of smells and memories, a glowing stained glass window, a not-so-still life. Fall is…
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