This is dedicated to the ones I love. In the past my heart and head have proved fickle. Or was it pickled. I know a pickle a day keeps the doctor away because that is the truth I learned from those sellers of pickles in wooden barrels. I know that the heart of a...
Posts Tagged ‘ mothers ’
Women have a right to be safe
I worry about women. All of us. My sister’s daughters. My friends and their daughters. The little girls in every country of the world. Someone once said that if anyone looked at the planet from a distance, one of their first questions would be, “Why are you hurting the women? Is there a war...
The oy vey of compassion
In honor of everyone that can sing and can chant ‘oy vey.’ In honor of those that have never been honored. In honor of all the little things you do that nobody notices. In honor of the trees. In honor of the river with the dunking duck-like birds. If I have done this before,...
Light a candle
Light a candle today. Light one if for no other reason than you haven’t lit a candle in a long time. It is a beautiful act. Light a candle for your mother that’s gone. I will for my mother. I miss her and today is a day to remember her. The thing is, really,...
the heart map home
If you don’t know where you belong but have a sense of belonging, as I do, then is that enough of a place? I’m sometimes lost and looking for a community while all around it seems that there are people I know with families and children and grandchildren or if not that then places...
Calamity Jane letter
Dear Dina, There doesn’t seem like there’s much more to say. I’ve road the prairies for the last time. As much as I know the land and carry it with me to eternity, I just had to take one last ride. It may have been too much for my old bones. I don’t know. ...
Her smile
Sometimes the days and weeks shake you up like a cocktail and you can’t remember the most important things you’re holding in your being. I often forget to breathe, which is why I’m so grateful to my autonomic nervous system. We seem to easily forget the short, sweet things in our days while spending...
Yo mama!
My mother Lena was a beauty. We called her Leaping Lena. A few months back I believe I teased that I would share how she got that name. But I can’t do that today. It’s Mother’s Day after all and that wouldn’t be right. I do miss my mom. For all of us that...
Foggy days of spring
Woke up to a great fog coming up the hill and crossing the boundary onto my property line. Some things know no borders and that’s a good thing. Wish peace and all good things were like that. Waxing sentimental. Would have should have put “sentimental” as a tag on this site and several posts....
Heirloom beans and beings
Someone I really respect once asked me, “Are you a human being or a human doing?” Up until I discovered heirloom beans I had the modern ability to make this question a dilemma despite time, experience and the overall aging process. These days I feel as though I have found the answer. There’s a...
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