Thursday, February 13, 2020


"Who, being loved, is poor?"
~ Oscar Wilde

Hearts, candy, flowers, cards, gifts, romance-
Little doileys and classroom delivery systems...
(Remember sending Valentine's to each other when we were kids?)
A day of acknowledgement
(I see you!)
And thank you-
For being there,
So I can love you.

I recognize the people I love today and every day!

Wednesday, February 12, 2020


"Dare to be honest and fear no labor."
~ Robert Burns ~

To be inspired is to be set on fire
in a warming,
ember glowing kind of way:
Alive from the inside
And ready to go.

Excitement makes my blood tingle like bubbles in a glass of champagne. 

Tuesday, February 11, 2020


"Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack. 
We give it orders which make no sense."
~ Henry Miller ~

It's easy to think we have control over our health, and that others do as well, and to some limited extent, that's true, but less, perhaps, than we might like to think. Even as I write this, energy within me strongly resists the idea. 
I WANT to have control, because that gives me power, 
and the ultimate conceptual ability to defy death in some way, 
but that, 
of course, 
is the biggest sham of all. 
     I believe in the body mind connection, and I believe in metaphysical causes for physical ailments, and I believe in holistic healing, 
until these things don't work, 
which does happen sometimes. 
Sometimes, sickness and imbalance and injury just come...
     I want to place blame and find solutions, and so do we all it seems, as everyone out there is 
ready and able to tell us what we need 
to do 
or take 
or find 
and what will absolutely work.... 
what has worked for them.
But really?
Who makes our heart beat?
Who heals our cuts?
And who manages the five hundred plus functions of our liver?
Is that us?
Or some force beyond the beyond
That has gifted us our body in the first place?

I surrender to my body's knowing.

Monday, February 10, 2020


"As advertising blather becomes the nation's normal idiom, language becomes printed noise."
~ George Will ~

Surveys seem to be the new thing in marketing, and yet, I'm skeptical. Do companies really care how we respond, or are they just looking to entrap us into future advertising categories with whatever preferences we state? It feels invasive, not every time, but many times, to want our feedback, and almost every organization we interact with these days follows up with these annoying "How did we do?" questions. And if we ignore them, they ask again, and again, almost demandingly, as if we somehow owe them our time. But we don't. That's something that must be earned through trust. 

I am cautious around over-eager and invasive surveys.

Sunday, February 9, 2020


"I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes."
~ Sarah Teasdale ~

Runoff rain water has to have a pathway or it will take out whatever it encounters in a gushing rush. 
And perhaps the things we let go of also have to have a pathway, 
Or they will destroy the landscape,
or puddle up around us like a shower without a drain. 
So what's the pathway?
I guess that's up to us.

I envision what I let go of evaporating entirely, or dissolving in smoke and flames. 

Thursday, February 6, 2020


"The tides are in our veins."
~ Robinson Jeffers ~

When we're in the right head space, we can find pleasure and comfort in any experience. 

I calmly cruise the river of life. 

Wednesday, February 5, 2020


"Anything simple always interests me."
~ David Hockney ~

My trees have attracted attention, comments, suggestions, and concerns: lot's of "Do I realize?" and "Am I aware?" kinds of inquiries- that they will need water in the summer, that there may have been a better way to plant them, that they are too close to the road, and that they will grow! And yes, and yes again. As mentioned in my last blog on the topic, this is a project and a partnership that will be ongoing and require care and adjustment. What's curious is how much people seem invested in giving them meaning and import and the power to shame. They're just a bunch of little trees.

Opinions are a dime a dozen and cloud the simplicity of truth.