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…
When I opened the blinds this morning, I gasped. Nature does that sometimes with the brilliant eastern sky. The wonder doesn’t last long, so it’s worth pausing to appreciate, and, as Mary Oliver told us in her poem, “Instructions for Life,” “Pay attention. Be Astonished. Tell about it.” It’s the morning after Halloween, and we…
It took me three tries to make a cup of coffee this morning. On the first attempt, I didn’t put a cup under the Keurig spout. Made a mess. Cleaned it up. And tried again. The second time, I didn’t put the pod in the machine, so I brewed a beautiful mug of hot water….
One morning this week, I sat in a doctor’s office and, at the end of the consult, we shared scoliosis surgery stories. Mine, a half-century ago, that decimated my senior year, with weeks of traction, months of being completely bedridden, and more than half a year spent in a full body cast; hers, when she…
Recently, I participated in an online event about psychospiritual resilience in these changing times, and how we can remain connected to our spiritual, emotional, and psychological well-being in the midst of all of this (*waves arms around*) and was reminded of words I tapped out during the pandemic years when it was especially dark. Some things are…