To heal the world we touch
“Oh the land of the cloudless day,” Willie sings. The music is cranked up, of course, to the level that makes your heart swell.And I smile big, thinking how I prefer my life and my stories that way; with cloudless…
Invitation to make space
This week I received email from readers about their illness from covid. And email about the death of loved ones, from covid. Email from people unsettled, tired and scared, looking for words. “Are we going to be okay? How do…
An awakened heart
Just for the record, “normal” has never been on my list of goals. Let alone an aspiration. Although, looking back, it would be easy to guess otherwise. I contorted myself to look the part. After all, what would they think?…
Take care of the now
It is Easter. The sun is shining. And I had a good day.I walked and read and wrote and gardened. Had a long talk with a friend (phone), answered email from SM readers, fed the birds, talked with Fred and…
When our eyes are open
We prefer life in a box. Which is not completely accurate. But we do want something manageable. And we do want to know what’s in the box. No surprises please. Preferably what we ordered (or at least choose to believe).…
Glad to be alive
I walk every morning. A few miles. Around Fisher Pond, here on Vashon Island. Not far from my house, I pass my neighbor’s field, home to a flock of sheep.Today, I stopped and talked with them. Two of the mamas…
We were made for this
Change messes with us. I wish it weren’t so.You know, messes with the tidy (manageable and predictable) script we tote for mental security. About the way life should be.“Now, we need to think outside the box,” someone posted.“What box?” another…
Hope will not be cancelled
Pandemic.Not an easy opening to follow. But the world has shifted. And the pain and sacrifice are real.But here’s what I know: Life didn’t stop. And the earth still turns. As I write these words, the moon, waning Gibbous, smiles…
How is your heart?
This week, my mind raced. Unsettled. And I know I am not alone.You know the world has tilted slightly, when Costco is out of toilet paper.“What do you do to stay sane?” a reader asked me. “I’m unnerved. There’s too…
To go where it hurts
A mother begins her weekend breakfast routine, pulling ingredients from the refrigerator. Omelets on the family menu this morning. Before she knows it, her two-year-old daughter has climbed a chair and is now sitting on the kitchen counter."Momma, can I…
