May Day

a group of people flying kites on the beach

We are growing a culture of no feeling….no connection to brutality….no true understanding of what we are taking in cellularly on a regular basis through our eyes, in the media.

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Question of the day: Why is it, when faced with a garden full of blooming roses, do women spontaneously bend to sniff every single one, and men stand back, find a bench to sit on and pull out something to read? Both clearly seem to revel in the beauty and vibe.

Hands

plaid with fruits and straw hat in field

Hello hands. How is it that you remind me of Dad’s hands, but you also look like Mom’s? You needn’t answer that. I simply want to take this moment to thank you. Who would I be without you? Thank you. Let’s have a picnic.

Healing

woman in white and red dress standing on rocky shore

A Navajo elder sat in a circle with various lifeforms. He was asked to define healing. He closed his eyes,  he opened his eyes, he looked around,  and then he spoke. “To bring one into harmony with everything.” A child: ‘EVERYTHING? That is a LOT!” A tree: “I watch creatures come and go, thinking but … Read more

News

black woman searching country on globe

When my family returned to the US from India and Sri Lanka in the mid 60’s, my father was engaged as a mediator in the violent Sri Lankan conflicts which hadn’t formally escalated into war, but were headed in that direction.  

Beetles

macro photography brown beetle on yellow flower

There’s something in the way she moves…hahaha…beetles, that is…that transports me there. And I greet her loudly each time.

Achilles Club

group of men running on streets

Brand new to the Upper West Side of NYC in the early 90’s, on my first spin around Central Park on my blades? On the southeast corner, a sturdy looking man in ‘walking gear’ called out “Looking good on those blades! Welcome to New York!” and motioned me to come over. Inner knowing chuckling ‘This is why I moved here, I want my world to be bigger and bigger’….I stopped.

Gathering

close up photo of squirrel head

Squirrels are gatherers. When one crosses one’s path, gathering is the message. Yesterday this one sat next to me and together we looked out. What are we to gather? On this first day of Lent? With spring on its way and the sun rising?

Perched on a Limb

tree branches without leaves in autumn

For years I have sat on the receiving end of phone calls of people in crisis/distress/sadness. I do not solicit, I am found, and in these times I am found A LOT.

A Bed

bed

Once there was a girl who grew up in a distant land, in a boarding school, who longed for her parents, her family, a home. In the absence of all, she grew a relationship with nature, with creatures, with trees, with the wind and with God.

Honfleur

shifting spot, as one walks along the marina towards the open sea, where suddenly a waft of fishiness, mixed with salty dense sea air, mists in and I beam through time and space to Honfleur.

Note to My Mother

I discovered this note written to self, now seven more years plus a few weeks ago. Mothers. My Mother. Who would we be without the wounding and the love? The Love. The Knowing. The Lineage.