I recently told the Universe that I want to be useful, I would like to useful in the causes closest to your heart and mine; thinking I don’t want to waste away over here in a little eddy of my own making or incompetence. I am realizing that the universe
I forgot to write last night, which is unusual. Actually I thought about it so many times that I must have finally thought I did it. I had to check this morning.
I’m readying myself to be at a conference this week that I am assisting with, lists of things both
I read Temple Grandin’s Animals in Translation this past summer and was extremely moved by it. I just now finished watching HBO’s movie about her. She is an autistic woman who had the right kind of support and encouragement in her life, as well as spirit and intelligence, to become
I have had a day of so many things. Arghhhh. Late afternoon I went for a walk and went to find Hannah, my 3-year-old neighbor who delights and fascinates me endlessly. We played for awhile and she said, in the middle of all of her playful antics, “Watch me say ‘dammit.’”
Tonight I got a link from a friend telling me that a British man has just re-built Buckminster Fuller’s design for a Dymaxion Car. Bucky was a scientist, philospher and seer who died in the early 1980’s. He was a friend of my father’s and one of the most important
Just walked down the road to my mailbox at 2:00 a.m. Stars! A clear, crisp night of stars like you will never see anywhere near an urban environment. Stars are the most stabilizing forces we have in this wild world of change. I remember as a child looking out the
Cold weather is back to the mountain, and I have been living with the fire as my heat source every day. Last winter was one of the harshest ever in these mountains, and certainly the harshest of my life. For weeks it was just me, my dog and the fire
Many years ago, once upon a time, I had a dream of a person I had never heard of named Angeles Arrien. I wrote her name in my dream journal and thought it must be a metaphor or story about angels. I kept playing with the words in my head.
A painting entitled Trees by Wislawa Kwiatkowska, paintings of the Goddess’s of Poland. Check her out. She sees.
http://campus.udayton.edu/mary/polishexhibit.html
Through experience I find what I believe is the core problem of depression – a loss of meaning. In depression, meaning seems drained out of existence; there it all is – color, sound, smell, beauty, love, life all around and in front of you – so what? It is just