I attended a poetry reading a couple of years ago where a local poet, Ketu Oladuwa, read some of his work. All powerfully written. Spoken from a place of undeniable truth. One snippet cut me…
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We Were Made for These Times
It’s one week before the election and as things build to this climax of outcome, I’m finding myself quieter, less fearful, moving deeper into a space of trust. Headlines feel empty. Others’ expressed fears…
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There is wisdom in everything. Sometimes I have trouble seeing or feeling it and for me that means something is in the way. My ego. My hard-set beliefs. My fears. My reaction to chaos.…
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Today is my fourth birthday in my sixth decade, which is a convoluted way of turning 53. I’m loving my 50s. I couldn’t wait to join this club and with three years of it under…
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Dear Becky ~ Hang this art piece someplace you will easily see it every day. Stop and look at yourself in its mirror. Stay there until you’re done straightening your hair and checking your…
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This blog was initially written July 25, 2016. An addendum dated Sept. 21, 2016 follows, as well as another addendum dated January 9, 2024. Our thoughts and patterns and structures create our emotions and…
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The Journey, by Mary Oliver – a biggie for me. Resonates deeply. Every day is a new start – a new facing off with the voices that shout their bad advice. I feel myself…
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So I had a lot of time in the car last week making my trek up to Wisconsin to see my mama. This means that after I belted out a few of my favorite…
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Man, did we have a good time! Partly because it’s D.C. and there’s so much to do, partly because of the wonderful company and partly because my nephew-in-law, Josh, scored us some special tours…