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the mortality of cats

At her best, my 14-year-old cat Kali is doing great. She can still jump (most of the time) onto my desk to eat the snack I fixed (NOT for her). She usually maneuvers the leap from the coffee table to […]

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day #17 of National Poetry Month ~

Poetry always helps me with grief. With rage at injustice, with loss. With all the sorrows — as well as joys — of human existence. Today’s poem is for the many victims rippling out from the horrific centre of the […]

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friendship, funerals, & the bus people ~

Today is my friend Carol’s memorial service. It will be held in the chapel where I was married, on the campus where Carol, her husband , and most of my family — including my husband & I — went to […]

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when paths part: a contemplation on beginner’s heart ~

One of my students just unfriended me on Facebook. First, however, she sent me a lengthy email, hurt & angry that my posts reflect poorly on her political party, and her political hero. I fully accept responsibility there — as […]

the winter of loss ~

I’m reading Pema Chodron’s When Things Fall Apart. She notes that death makes way for birth, and that birth follows death. In my family, we’ve always believed (a kind of Oklahoma folk belief :)) that when one passes, another comes. […]

boxes & wet ink ~

Sometimes, when things really cut deep, I try to compartmentalise. I want to be the oyster: coat pain and irritation w/ something soothing, wall it off. I wish the boxes produced pearls… Other times, everything bleeds together. A bit like […]

death, life, & memory ~

A former student, sharing sad news with me, paid me a lovely compliment this past week. First he told me of his mother’s impending death from cancer. Then he said: I knew you’d want to know. And – I thought […]

lost journals, Alzheimer’s and hope ~

I lost my journal yesterday. Now, in the spectrum of griefs, on a day when almost 100 people lost their lives in Norway, this is a very tiny blip. It’s just paper, w/ some words and drawings and pasted-in ephemera. […]

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talking, listening, and pretending to engage
Yesterday I spent far more time than I'm comfortable confessing on the FB wall of a colleague (& friend). It was a discussion (as many are these days) ...

posted 5:05:32pm May. 04, 2015 | read full post »

planting my own Farmer's Market
Like I do most Saturdays, I spent the early morning hours yesterday at the Farmer's Market. The gay profusion in my driver's seat is two bouquets (one ...

posted 12:26:51pm May. 03, 2015 | read full post »

bees, and the persistence of hope
The bee house is up! As a beekeep wannabe from waaaay back (decades -- really), I can't begin to say how happy I am. My beloved bought me a native bee ...

posted 6:19:43pm Apr. 30, 2015 | read full post »

passion vs anger, and poetry to bank the wrong fires
While I'm passionate about many things (politics, tea, food, books, poetry...), I usually only get really angry about a few things. The main one is mean ...

posted 9:18:10pm Apr. 29, 2015 | read full post »

the dark threads, reprised
I have a copy of this tapestry, one of my favourites. The idea that women made this -- centuries ago -- that they sat together for probably a decade ...

posted 2:11:09pm Apr. 28, 2015 | read full post »

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