Change Agent

I woke up around 5am, made my tea, and went outside to write by candlelight. At 6:40 a rooster began crowing, then as the low, somewhat mournful, sound of the train whistle bellowed down in The Valley, a full choir of birds joined their voices in “The Song of The Morning”. Through the branches of the […]

Going Home—unpacking the message

I received quite a few comments and questions about the post from two weeks ago, so today I’m going to “unpack” Going Home. What was the muteness/polio symbolism? The little girl was born with a “handicap” (being mute) and inflicted with one (having polio). I’m sure that most of us have a “handicap”—an impairment or restriction—of […]

Going Home

Today, I want to tell you a story about a little girl who was born in Wales, Great Britain in the 1930s. She lived with her family in a thatch-roofed cottage on a rocky shoreline, where they had a very simple life—moving through each day the same as the one before. There were seven children and […]

Mourning Losses/Morning Losses

On a Wednesday morning a few months ago I sat at the table, my notebook in front of me, a stack of books on my left and big, hot tears running down my face. I was thinking about my granddaughter and how, due to an amazing advance in eye care, her rapidly worsening eye disease […]

Life & Death and Spending Our Time & Money

Not too long ago I had coffee with a friend who “spends” her life making the lives of others better. She “gives away” what she has–her time, her money, her talents and, most importantly, her love. We all choose to use our resources differently. Hopefully, we’re able to spend them where our hearts are. There […]

Backgammon & Life

We’re in the midst of a major renovation project at the house. We hired out a few of the trades to do the major plumbing and electricity fit-outs as well as the taping and mudding of the sheetrock after we hung it. (As a side note, getting drywall to look great is a true art!) For […]

The Journey

“I am a journeyer. I travel through this life, in the world in which I walk, looking and seeking and searching and learning. I pick up things as I journey- a book, a photograph, a card and I put them in my backpack. Sometimes I take those things out- mostly at night, mostly when I’m […]