January 26, 2020
As my 93-year-old mother’s primary caregiver, I’ve learned that there’s no distinction between caregiving and the rest of what I do. Caring and its active practices are instinctive and integral. Care pervades everything from friendship to writing, art to taking out the garbage.
I’ve also learned to release the apparent distinction between the whole and the broken. I see both at once in my mother, whose… READ MORE
December 28, 2019
Another decade has been ground down from stone to sand by time’s ceaseless waves. The old years have become the shore we newly walk on. Past days merge with the water of life as well, becoming its grit, its reflections, its flow into present and future. History integrates with the earth, rather than disappears, including integration into soul inside.
My path from 2010 to 2020 has been a strange labyrinth… READ MORE
November 23, 2019
Patience and water have parallel ebb and flow. That thought forms within my mental mists as I take my morning lakeside walk. The November rains have not arrived as they once would’ve reliably done. Lake levels are the lowest I’ve seen, in forty years of presence at their shores. This, mere months after a hundred-year flood took the water to extremes of excess. It’s hard not to let water become worry, as emotional and… READ MORE