Category: diary

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Desolation Coucous

We experienced our grief in a new way – between our teeth, on our tongues, in our bellies. We were full. Our sadness was complete.

Writing for Fun, Writing for Life

Time and again, I have seen how writing can be incredibly empowering. This winter, writing became one of the ways in which I was able to show care and love for my partner while he was going through the ordeal of open-heart surgery. One of the most comforting decisions we made was to write about his healing process on Caring Bridge. The writing was a lifeline for us — sharing broke up the isolation, exhaustion and anxiety that serious illness generates.

reiki meditation – we are stardust (re-visit)

Star dust. The Universe is Us. We can create goodness. I send beauty and love to the world. That’s just what happens.

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what was going on after I said “yes” – through the lens of a half-hour sitcom

Dharma wants to know Greg's fantasy girl. Greg tells his mother that he doesn't want to go on the cruise with her. Dharma tracks down Greg's fantasy girl and she makes a video. Dharma can't understand why Greg is not thrilled. Dharma talks to her mother about Greg's fantasy. Dharma's mother says by shining a ...

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A little help from my friends and Ram Dass

It was the summer when I was 18 that I moved to San Francisco on a whim. I had spent almost a year living on the streets in New York City and found that there was no going home after that. (I tried for a few months - and was painfully reminded of why I left). I wanted ...

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Taking Time and Navigating the Mundane

I haven't written in a while - but this is a start. As fall was settling in, and since my sister's death, I've retreated. This has been an assessment period. My energy has been low - and I've been looking at where I need to cut back and stop leaking energy. I know I have ...

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Checkin’ In

Finally had a chance to just be alone today. Took Penny Dog for a walk in the woods. Thought about my sister. She would have liked the walk. Talked to my mom on Wednesday, she sounded tired but a bit more at peace. I can't imagine how my mom feels, but I was relieved to ...

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Solitude, Oil Paint, and Marianne Faithful

Solitude was a gift today. I painted! It was strange, because I haven't been alone to paint in a long while.

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Rebirth!

I have been on a dark journey these last few weeks — dealing with basic survival issues having to do with health, gender bias, and the endless dismal samskaras of the state and federal government systems. Happily, I am back! Sometimes the darkness is a journey through a birth canal of sorts — painful but ...

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Number Nine

Still, it's Thursday, the day I was born, and I get the chance to step out of my everyday life and remember—I'm ALIVE!—while I dog/house sit for some dear friends in Scottsdale.