Our poor autonomic nervous systems just don’t know which way to turn right now. There’s terrible danger, but . . . most of us (at least the sensible ones) are staying home where it’s safe, so . . . what’s to be afraid of? Except, there’s this terrible danger . . . Some of us […]
I’m a fan of silence. I don’t listen to music or have any media on at all when I’m at home, even when I am knitting or doing something quiet. It helps me shut off the thinking and simply be. If I’m listening to music I’m analyzing it. I don’t listen to music in my
Sometimes you have to drain that half-empty/half-full glass, and maybe wash it. That’s honestly where I’m at, folks. My glass feels drained. I’m not depressed, not feeling like this is it, I need to end here. Not at all. I just feel . . . like a vessel that’s held one thing for a while,
Who’da thunk that something that started for so many of us as an act of rebellion, would come to be something so utterly conventional? No, really. Drinking is what everybody does. If you say you’re not drinking anymore, people think there’s something wrong with you. Rarely do I get a “Wow, good for you! And you
We’ve talked about this before, a bit. We’ve talked about the fear of singing, or musically expressing ourselves in any way. But, darlings, we need to revisit this idea. And it’s not just about singing, it’s about all forms of inspired artistic expression. Oh, yes, I’ve been thinking about this a lot. We have put
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It got cold over the weekend, oh my did it. Bitterly cold, icy cold. Face-hurtingly cold. And it started with a fairly major snow storm system (the weather prognosticators even named it), which finally covered up the bleh brown and gray thing we’ve had going on since December, so everything is gloriously white and coated
My one and only New Year’s Resolution for 2020 is to be more patient with myself. I have struggled my whole life with this issue, always putting way too much pressure on, blaming and shaming myself, and driving myself harder than I would ever drive anybody else. And even though I have grown leaps and
On Children by Kahlil Gibran Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but
Several people have asked me recently how exactly sound healing works. Exactly? I’m not sure that word is the one we’re looking for, but okay. I’ll do my best. Humans, and all things, from stars and nebulas to dust bunnies to dogs and cats to rock formations, vibrate. We’re made of very dense energy. Matter
Our Daughter, our Sister Our Mother, our Gran Our dearly departed Who is born again Silver Silver, sky treasure Night-born and ancient Youthful perfection Sylph-like and sainted Now comes the Maiden Forsaking shybess Receiving her Lover Eternal and timeless And so she’s Mother Her peace is a beacon Her journey continues Her fullness creation And
