Finding Love in Unexpected (& Expected) Places
“Giving voice, communicating, is a sacred way to free love.”
The blog’s purpose is also to treasure the gift of language, the power of giving voice.
Jewish mysticism describes the infinite One Light shattering into fragments. These shards of divine Light and Love are often concealed. It is our sacred duty—the most important of all human tasks—to find and free these divine sparks, thus restoring unity… Read more
Some years ago, I wrote a bit of a rant in my journal that I never expected to share with anyone, given what seemed to me the extreme and perhaps strange passion expressed there.
I woke from a dream early this morning in which I had just been told to “add gold to the ocean.” “How one can add anything to the absolute?” I was asking aloud as, still under the influence of my dream, I came to consciousness with no idea who had…read more
Pop Quiz: when is the last time you learned to walk again? This is not a trick question. (Well, maybe it’s slightly tricky, but there’s no wrong answer.) Step. Step. Fall. Stand Up. Step. Fall. Stand Up. Fall. (Perhaps be embraced wildly and celebrated!)read more
My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She’s Sorry by Fredrik Backman was a delightful and stimulating read. Almost eight-year-old Elsa is “different” and deliciously quirky, as are most of the characters who inhabit her apartment building and life—read more
Events in my life of late have been leading me to contemplate prayer quite a bit. I thought I would share some inspiration on this subject as I find and revel in it, starting with a poem by Mary Oliver called “Praying, from her book, “THIRST, and another…read more
I very much appreciate the high standards of craft to which author and literary agent, Noah Lukeman, invites and inspires writers in his book, “The First Five Pages: A Writer’s Guide to …read more
“This little light of mine” was part of a family glow. When I was a child, if any one of us excelled at math, placed into a gifted class, got A’s or was photographed for the town paper,read more
Normally I dread November with it’s grey and draft through the kitchen announcing the brutal months to come sucking every last leaf from overhead draining the green out of the gardenread more
Last week the nine women who will be reading and I got together to plan. One of the things we discussed is vulnerability, the vulnerability of putting one’s voice in the world, of being really visible and heard.read more
Last week’s post, MY FATHER’S DREAM, plucked deep chords within readers. I’ve decided to share more in relation to my father who, since his recent death, is very much in my mind and heart. Of course, what I post is never just the subject of my father.read more