A Mindful Life

Creativity is at the core of my life. At least, this is how I’ve felt for several years. So I’m diving in and will participate in Leah’s 2009 challenge, Creative Every Day 2009. I’m not sure exactly what will come of it, but the goal is to gently inspire my creativity and to see it [...]

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things. –T.S. Eliot

That brave little neck, the stem of a sunflower; your brain is blooming. —– Your luscious curved cheek is a small apple that begs for tender kisses. —– The tree sapling back nourishes roots and branches; may it grow mighty. —– Hands touch but don’t clutch like curious mice seeking their fortune in cheese. How [...]

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow, For babies grow up, I’ve learned, to my sorrow. So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby, and babies don’t keep. –Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Thanks to those who reflected with me about the multiple-blog dilemma. I decided to quit keeping several blogs. I have now integrated the posts from Knit Together and Aenigmas into this blog. If you want to read them (since they reside and mingle with the archives), you can find them by reading the Domestic Arts [...]

In 2005 when I learned to knit, I assumed that writing about and posting photos of my knitting might be boring to readers here, so I started another blog. It focuses not just on knitting but on domestic arts: recipes, cleaning tips, and I toss in a few silly quizzes for variety. (Because silly quizzes [...]

I’m healthy. My daughter thrives. My marriage is happy. The weather is sunny and mild. We’re not in the middle of a mortgage crisis. We can pay our bills. I have a good social network. So why have I grown tired, sad, and teary over the course of the day? I was prepared to chide [...]

At the turn of the century it is a long way down to the mind’s I. A treehouse chronicles my journey to this lost continent, which requires the amber spyglass to navigate. When I arrive I am barely a shadow of a man. There is snow falling on cedars; through the woods I hear the [...]

Her moon is rising over fleshy peaks after many years of night.

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 [...]