So fellow travelers, when I woke up this morning , as on most mornings, the first thing I saw was a photo of our two daughters. However, unlike any other morning, this morning when I saw their beautiful faces I realized I was thankful they actually do not look more Asian. And that breaks …
So fellow travelers, today I’m taking a break from my own“ memoirs of a pandemic year” to honor a very special team of women and one very lucky dog. This is Sally. On March 8th, sweet Sally succumbed to congestive heart failure. This is her story, shared with permission of all the amazing earth angels …
While we’ve flipped the calendar page from February to March, the ever fickle weather gods of CNY have decided to flip backwards from February to January making the first week of March monotonous, blustery and grey. Even our dog agrees it’s unpleasant for walking. Worse still, I imagine any spring migrants are feeling pretty discouraged …
So fellow travelers, yesterday brought a gathering of cousins and another farewell. My husband’s aunt passed from this life peacefully, a week ago today. Aunt Mary was the oldest and, at 102, also the last surviving of her seven siblings. She always insisted she would live to be 100 and like anything she set her mind …
So fellow travelers, today there will be a pervasive narrative of “Goodbye and good riddance to 2020.” Before we take that on as our story know this:Yes, I too will move forward from 2020 with tremendous relief because, make no mistake my friends, the past year was just the beginning. This first year of the …
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So fellow travelers, rising well before dawn to greet the Solstice, a glance out the window in my meditation space revealed this gift a moment which provided the last key to finding what seemed lost. Tis now a seasonmade strange and unfamiliarby required distancingin full contradiction withthe inherent nature of the daywhen gathering together to …
So fellow travelers, it is Thanksgiving Day here in the US, a holiday I enjoy even more than Christmas , and I have always loved Christmas! . Even the few times when I was alone or grieving a great loss , Christmas Day always becomes* magical to me. Still to me Thanksgiving is a celebration …
Every day the numbers are posted. And every one of those numbers has a story, a face, a soul , and regardless of years, a life sacrificed too soon. Here is one from Tom Atkins. https://quarryhouse.blog/2020/10/25/poem-number-225017/#like-34618
So fellow travelers, RaVan2.o’s maiden voyage was a glorious success and musings on our explorations at Acadia National Park will follow soon. That’s a promise made as much to myself as to you all, a binding intention to hold a focus of forward momentum, because right now I want nothing more than to hunker down …
So fellow travelers, as I referenced in the last post, September became an emotionally intense time. Zen dog meditation buddy Honestly, as odd as it may sound, I think the demise of my little Blue Rav4 “camper” brought to the surface all the grief embedded in these months of quarantine. This was not just about …