March 13, 2020
Late afternoon clouds hint at possible sunset brilliance, as I drive back from the memory care home where my mother now resides. The solace of a sunset would be a welcome moment of grace, after an afternoon of primal heartache. I park by our forest cabin and leave city and keys behind. I delay assuaging my hunger so that I can walk to the lake before the sun disappears, just in case. Never can tell in advance how sunset… READ MORE
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