I’ve never been one to read all the best sellers. Reading for me (like relationships) is a matter of establishing trust. Once I give an author my trust, I’m willing to read anything they produce. Though back when I read a lot more than I do now, prolific writers were dropped if they never changedContinue reading “What we read—”
Author Archives: Coming Home to Myself
The art of not being noticed
Once upon a time, a black plastic bag lodged in the corner of a yard. At some point, a gust of wind inflated it, so that it appeared to be a black balloon. A neighbor walked by and noticed this round black bag behind a chain link fence. She wondered how long the bag wouldContinue reading “The art of not being noticed”
A love letter
This is a love letter to the world. Earth is our amazing home. Although I’m writing a trilogy involving another planet, and I’m reading Aurora Rising (Aurora Cycle_01) by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff, and I watch Babylon 5’s adventures, I doubt if the vast distances between stars will ever be breached by humans. UnmannedContinue reading “A love letter”
Mindful Connections
All week, I affirmed my intention to remain mindful. Success varied, but I believe it made a big difference. This morning for example. I had to leave home at 9:00, and wrote a list of four items to do first. I checked off three and thought, well, okay, good enough. Number four said “blog.” Somehow,Continue reading “Mindful Connections”
Self-discovery
We are lucky to be human, to be aware, to have minds. But the complexity of our minds is another matter entirely. This being human is a challenge. I went to bed Sunday night with no blog topic. But I did write “Blog?” on my Monday to-do list. Some time in the early morning hoursContinue reading “Self-discovery”
Surprises
Before the pandemic, it was Wayne who always had a jigsaw puzzle going. I generally ignored it, though near the finish I’d give in to temptation, setting in a piece or two. Now they’re a part of my life. During the shutdown, we were delighted when gifted with or loaned puzzles. When thrift stores openedContinue reading “Surprises”
It’s the Dog’s Knees
I’m not used to dog anatomy terms. I never thought of a dog having knees, but that’s what Sophie’s vet called them. Then I started to think a dog would have two sets of knees. But that doesn’t work out. The dog must have elbows in the front and knees behind, like humans (if we’reContinue reading “It’s the Dog’s Knees”
Messy Creativity
I find it reassuring to know that creativity is often messy. I have the ability to clutter anything: my desk (er, desks); my spot at the kitchen table; my bedside stand; anywhere I plant myself to solve newspaper puzzles. I created a workspace out of half of our den. The half away from the fireplace.Continue reading “Messy Creativity”
Sophie
Sophie is very much alive, just not exactly kicking. From the beginning, veterinarians warned us that she would be prone to arthritis, due to her bowed legs and the way her body is constructed. She’s been taking daily doggie doses of glucosamine chondroitin for years. This past year, she’s found it difficult to get herselfContinue reading “Sophie”
Rueful Thoughts
I’m back on my front porch in the cool of the day. My cup holds the dregs of a pot of tea—strong and bitter I’ve never tasted the herb rue, but it must also be bitter to match its name. I have one straggly rue plant in my neglected herb garden. Since it’s survived fromContinue reading “Rueful Thoughts”
