Not as much time to write as I had hoped this week, with our first Monthly Gathering tomorrow (with 22 RSVP's!), then my spiritual direction peer supervision group and women's group in the afternoon and evening to recharge my soul. Then Saturday I lead a workshop down at the Priory and stay ... read more
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Blog Recommendations
Apparently yesterday was Blog Day 2006 which I found out from Swandive who tagged her readers (by the way, I forgot to mention in yesterday's post, that she has some great comments on the poem she posted.) The purpose is to recommend 5 new blogs, these are some I read pretty regularly: (maybe this ... read more
Delightful Discoveries
In my blog-hopping adventures this morning I discovered two absolute gems. The first is from Rachel at Swandive: a poem from Jack Gilbert's book Refusing Heaven: A Brief for the Defense Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies are not starving someplace, they are starving somewhere ... read more
The Vulnerability of the Body
Grief resides deep in the body. My sense of loss is palpable. At times my heart literally aches, I breathe deeply letting out heavy sighs for relief, I long for my dog’s warm solid body to hold. Now it is simply a pile of ashes. When my mother ended up in the ICU unconscious, with pneumonia that ... read more
Love and Loss
My dear friends and readers, I am deeply grateful for the prayers and support I have received through comments, emails, and phone calls. I kept imagining myself surrounded by this circle of light and that was comforting. All day yesterday I lay on the floor holding Duke, telling him how much I ... read more
Clever Hands
My husband and I took a little pilgrimage up to Vancouver earlier this week to visit the Vancouver Art Gallery, where they have an exhibit called Raven Travelling: Two Centuries of Haida Art. When we moved up here to Seattle three years ago we quickly fell in love with Pacific Northwest Native ... read more
Creating Personal Altars
I have an altar space in my prayer corner in our living room. It is set on top of a beautiful old secretary desk that is from my father's family and so in the last century and a half has traveled from Latvia to Vienna to New York to Sacramento to San Francisco to Berkeley to Seattle (those last ... read more