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How God Remembers That Which is Least

Friday, January 22nd, 2016

Yesterday I walked home from dropping my daughter at school, and I passed by a wounded mourning dove on the sidewalk. It was camouflaged and nearly undetectable. In a matter of seconds my eye saw it, my heart said, Oh! Poor creature, and my legs kept walking. I thought — actually, I felt a physical […]

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Monday, January 18th, 2016

My mother was puzzling over this poem by Hafiz. Like much poetry, the best way to access the meaning is to sidle up to it and look at it from the corner of one’s eye. The Salmon Run I wonder how God ever gets any work done when he could just be gazing at Himself […]

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The Incident on the Bus

Saturday, January 16th, 2016

Reflections of Long Ago I am not a fan of public transportation. In most places I have lived, it is an inefficient means of getting around. For instance, if I had to commute from my home to Mountain View (25 miles away), a one-way trip would take two and a half hours via light rail […]

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Spring

Wednesday, January 13th, 2016

Wyoming Sky A quote, shared by my mother in a comment (thank you, Mom!), for those in the deep of winter. Go outside. Even in winter. Mother is waiting to embrace you. I said in my heart, “I am sick of four walls and a ceiling. I have need of the sky. I have business […]

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Depression Explained

Wednesday, January 13th, 2016

Depression isn’t just feeling sad. There is an insidious pull, a lethargy of soul, that infuses one’s life. I’ve had depression since my teens. Talk therapy has helped enormously. Medication has certainly improved the quality of my life. Lately, however, I have noticed a certain flatness of my spirit. I’m writing this post to force […]

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Got the Time?

Tuesday, November 24th, 2015

Where is time’s home? Where does time live in all its cosmic mystery of millions of years and billions of sunrises? Were does it reside? Where is it, shall we say, most comfortable? The answer, I think, is within us. That’s because we are the unfolding place for time. We are saturated with time. Right […]

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Avoidance

Tuesday, November 24th, 2015

Here is my self-talk: “I’m done. I’m done with so many books on my shelves that I’ve owned for decades and not read yet. Done with books I’ve read once and have no intention of reading again.” I’ve purged two grocery bags of books from my shelves. I engage in a little dance with the […]

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Nobody Knows, But…

Saturday, October 17th, 2015

Love this. I have always loved Patty Griffin. Link is this.

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It Had to Happen Sometime

Saturday, October 17th, 2015

Earlier this year, my husband and daughter joined a program sponsored by the YMCA, called Adventure Guides. It’s a father-child activity. In this case, it’s fathers and daughters. They have meetings, do crafts, play games, and go camping. Right now, for the first time in eight years, I am at home — alone. For two […]

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Recent Art

Wednesday, October 14th, 2015

I’ve been playing with paint the last few days. Here are the results. I do love the way I feel when painting, how place and time disappear. “Bandwidth” / 12″ x 24″ acrylic paint on canvas “Shattered” / 14″ x 18″ acrylic paint on canvas

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