Talk with almost any cancer survivor, and he or she is likely to bring up the topic of “chemobrain,” a term which describes thinking and memory problems that can occur during and after cancer… Continue reading
After the good earth where the body knows itself to be real and the mad flight where it gives itself to the world, we give ourselves to the rhythm of love leaving the… Continue reading
“Writing means revealing oneself to excess” – Franz Kafka Occasionally when I write something on this blog, I pause before hitting the “publish” button and wonder have I revealed too much of myself?… Continue reading
Praying It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t… Continue reading
‘Tis a fearful thing to love what death can touch. A fearful thing to love, to hope, to dream, to be – to be, And oh, to lose. A thing for fools, this,… Continue reading
To Say Nothing But Thank You All day I try to say nothing but thank you, breathe the syllables in and out with every step I take through the rooms of my house… Continue reading
The World Has Need of You everything here seems to need us… —Rilke I can hardly imagine it as I walk to the lighthouse, feeling the ancient prayer of my arms swinging in… Continue reading
Praying It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t… Continue reading
