A Mindful Life

Many of you have probably deduced from my vague mentions about health that something is up with me, and it is: I’m pregnant!
The test for which I was not-so-patiently awaiting results was the amniocentesis. At my age there is a 1:23 chance of a chromosomal abnormality that can cause serious birth defects, and even [...]

That we have not heard about the results of the medical test done two weeks ago, and I am unraveling around the edges. They said it could be up to three weeks but that we would possibly hear at two weeks.
So maybe relief will come today, or tomorrow. Until then, I continue to try [...]

I played again this week. Curious ones can read the poem here.

Once upon a time, long, long ago, we had just watched magician Harry Blackstone Jr. perform marvelous feats of wizardry on television. I heard my young son ask his father, Is there really such a thing as magic? I held my breath as my husband answered. No. There’s no real magic. It’s only tricks that [...]

Carnal syrup which flows within,
why not make it art?
It has been spilled
enough to fill
the gloomy pit of Tartarus.
Ferry to us the draught of life.
Preserve us from dissolution,
for our gene codes fight dauntlessly,
against this.
Be not used to segregate others,
for humanity is one tribe.
Thou art the mystery, the
sinew, and the richness
that makes our lives worth living. Yes.
–
For [...]

A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures.
–Irish saying
Oh, to sleep, perchance to dream, etc. etc. I am wide awake at 3 a.m., and this is not unusual. If one of the best cures for what ails is a long sleep, how does apply this to the insomniac? Or maybe I [...]

It is something — it can be everything — to have found a fellow bird with whom you can sit among the rafters while the drinking and boasting and reciting and fighting go on below.
–Wallace Stegner

I drape against a picnic table, inhaling
orange blossom perfume thick as syrup
on the breeze. With pen poised,
my hand starts scrawling when
in the corner of my sight
I catch perched on my elbow a small
tuxedo with eight legs.
Jerking,
I shake her off; she lands on my knee.
I am Goliath. With a stamp of my foot
she tumbles
to the [...]

Shortly over a year ago I mentioned that I was going to explore a book on creativity written by Eric Maisel. I didn’t follow it daily, but I found the ideas and exercises interesting.
Well, just a few days ago I was contacted by his publicist asking me if I’d be interested in participating in [...]