Our National Days of Mourning
… and then we pull up our Big Kid underpants, keep our eyes wide open and Get to Work.
We’ve Crossed the Threshold
… And Now Is Our Time to Hold the Light.
“T’was the night before Christmas, but nobody was really noticing.”
… When I could not have said it better, I borrow.
Where the Spirit Meets the Bone
… Comfort Food for the Season of Cold & Long with little bites of Kindness & a garnish of shameless self-promotion.
Letting in the Light!
And so we begin again.
Light Waves for the Day After …
… breathing through our collective layers of heartbreak.
And Here We Are …
… activists, writers, thinkers, doers, everyday people who know in our hearts that a better world is possible, determined to keep doing our part (whatever that may be) to make it happen. Let’s just give ourselves a minute to take a deep breath together as this historic day unfolds.
IF you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs …
… a bit of advice from Rudyard Kipling and other good men. (Warning: the Aging Rascal has come out to play. This post is not for the faint of heart)
And Now the Time Between …
… Living in the Upside Down
What Cannot Be Said Will Be Wept (Sappho)
In times like these, we cry out for poetry.
… And Off We Go!
What a difference a month makes.
ON THE FENCE … and coming out of the fog
So much hanging in the balance and the fence so fragile.