A – Z Challenge – Day 9 Where do these moments flee? “Eventually, everything goes away.” ― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love I often lament the ephemeral nature of life. The feeling is especially acute when it comes to members of my family and my pets. Part of me is like a child perpetually asking why. Why is the … More The Ink of Impermanence
“Personal transformation can and does have global effects. As we go, so goes the world, for the world is us. The revolution that will save the world is ultimately a personal one.” ~ Marianne Williamson The veil between life and death is especially thin at this time of year. Shedding one skin to reveal another. … More The World Behind the World
“Like all of us in this storm between birth and death, I can wreak no great changes on the world, only small changes for the better, I hope, in the lives of those I love.” ~ Dean Koontz Over twenty years ago, I witnessed a friend giving birth to her son. She was pregnant and … More Birth and Death: Coming Full Circle
“Gratitude turns what we have into enough.” ~ Unknown At the start of this year, I decided to create a “happiness jar” to fill with reports of the good things that happened to me on a day-to-day basis. This might be things like a ride to work or help with groceries, or the offer of … More Filling My Jar
I didn’t know how the years ahead would play out. That the Gulf war was just a preamble. That my friend’s five-year-old would commit suicide before his twenty-second birthday. That I wouldn’t study music or social work; instead, I would begin to write. I didn’t know the pervasive sadness — the black well of depression — that would swallow me during that coming decade. I didn’t know that I would flounder over another friend’s suicide, that I would feel so stymied about love, so disappointed, that I wouldn’t truly allow it into my life until after I turned 40.
I was 30 when I left New York. I thought I knew where I was headed. I thought the road before me was clear — unencumbered. I was wrong. … More The Importance of Small Moments
Dear Mom-cat, I’ve thought a lot over the past few years about your death. Not because it feels imminent, but because you are 77, and time together being what it is, our days as mother and daughter are finite. My death still feels far away, still a distant thumping on a distant drum…but yours is … More Dear Mom-cat