Here's another poem written during grad school. This one is on the opening page of my thesis. In the beginning was The Word And The Word was with Silence And The Word was Silence. In the beginning was Voice. And the Voice was with Mother, And the Voice was Mother. It was with Mother in … Continue reading In the Beginning was The Word
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W.O.R.D.S: God, Goddess, Godde (or Cleaning up Pee)
The W.O.R.D.S. Project (Words Open Resonating Depths of the Sacred): An alphabetical search for questions.* Granted, it's easy to live connected to the Source when the sky is Open and the sun is shining, and the flowers bright. But when life Dumps reality on your head a hundred times a day... Damn it! Every day … Continue reading W.O.R.D.S: God, Goddess, Godde (or Cleaning up Pee)
W.O.R.D.S.: Feminine (or Mother’s calling)
The W.O.R.D.S. Project (Words Open Resonating Depths of the Sacred): A weekly alphabetical search for questions.* Feeling something's deeply wrong Equality and equity are words they say, but My body knows the wound of centuries, Ingrained in the soul of every woman who has ever been called "bitch" or hysterical for Nothing more than speaking … Continue reading W.O.R.D.S.: Feminine (or Mother’s calling)
W.O.R.D.S.: A new project
Can I tell you how much I miss blogging? When I began this strange - as I saw it at the time - new form of writing over five years ago, I was quickly (as in, instantly) hooked. I loved the freedom of my own forum, the informality, the brevity, and above all, that lovely … Continue reading W.O.R.D.S.: A new project
Wise Women Speak 1.3.13
The greatest gift a mother can give her children is her own happiness j, age 68 (Paraphrased from Shell Seekers by Rosamund Pilcher) Are you a Wise Woman? Inspired by a recent gathering of Wise Elders where a 75 year-old great-grandmother shared this life wisdom with us younguns: "Remember to Laugh!," for my 2013 blog … Continue reading Wise Women Speak 1.3.13
A turret and some (alone) time
I'm sitting in my new Writer's Turret, as I am calling it. It's actually just a small room we recently created by putting up a dividing wall in our son's large bedroom. It is a north-facing room and I was concerned that I would feel the lack of light. But with my desk directly next … Continue reading A turret and some (alone) time
We plan. Life laughs.
Well, here we are. Five days into 2011 and I am finally getting to my computer. I had big plans. My goals for work, school, housework, and this blog were all spelled out in my January 1 journal entry. I had my running shoes on and I was just waiting for the starting gun, i.e. … Continue reading We plan. Life laughs.
Recycling my babble for Earth Day
In honor of Earth Day I am going to do some recycling. Not my #2 plastics - I do that everyday (unless there's too much gooey peanut butter stuck and then the jar sits on my counter "soaking" for a few weeks until I get sick of it and just chuck it. So sue me.) … Continue reading Recycling my babble for Earth Day
Gratitude, even while leaning over the bowl
I believe in gratitude. I try to be thankful for everything, to find something to be thankful for even in the midst of a blitz of ugh. I won't deny this is very hard for me. I love to complain. Love it! Too cold, too humid, too hungry, too tired, too poor, too, too, too. … Continue reading Gratitude, even while leaning over the bowl
Saying goodbye
Today I took down the crib that cradled my two children through nights and naps from infancy into their toddler years.And today I cried.It's not that I want another baby. It's not that I'm attached to the 3rd-hand crib or the space it was taking up in the kids' room. It isn't even because I … Continue reading Saying goodbye
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