For each of us, there comes a time to let go. You will know when that time has come. When you have done all that you can do, it is time to detach. Deal with your feelings. Face your fears about losing control. Gain control of yourself and your responsibilities. Free others to be who…
If the weather seers are correct, we’ll see some white stuff later this afternoon. Can’t complain, it’s been a stellar autumn, apart from one ridiculous snowy anomaly back in October when I penned this poem and captured the image of our backyard garden. I don’t think today’s blast will amount to much, but the future…
For years, I made soup the way my mom taught me, and it was good. This year, I changed things up, and took it to another level (at least, that’s my story 😊). In my lifetime, I’ve done a lot of things “because that’s the way Mom did it” or “that’s the right way to…
I have come to this space a few times—once when I was in the sanctuary of the library, surreptitiously sipping tea from my thermos because food and drink are “not allowed at this time.” Just say what you mean, I thought, bristling at the signs placed here and there throughout the building. If it’s the…
There can be something rich about growing older (apart from brand new aches and ailments that pop up without warning). I find agreement with what Richard Rohr says about life in our older years in his book, Falling Upward, “we do not have strong and final opinions about everything, every event, or most people, as much…
I use an app called Day One for journaling and writing poetry. It’s accessible and synced on my MacBook, iPad, and phone so I can jot things down and edit poems whenever and wherever I am. Highly recommend. Recently, I came across this poem I wrote a couple of years ago. I’m not sure what triggered it—likely…