Samhain: A Time of Letting Go 10/31/2016 “Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves, And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms, And all the tawny, and the crimson leaves. Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms, Under the star of dusk, through stealing mist, And blessed the earth, and gone, while no man wist. With slow, reluctant feet, and weary eyes, And eye-lids heavy with the coming sleep, With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs, She passed, as shadows pass, among the sheep; While the earth READ MORE
“Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves, And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms, And all the tawny, and the crimson leaves. Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms, Under the star of dusk, through stealing mist, And blessed the earth, and gone, while no man wist. With slow, reluctant feet, and weary eyes, And eye-lids heavy with the coming sleep, With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs, She passed, as shadows pass, among the sheep; While the earth
I Hear The Train Leaving 08/28/2016 “… And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth’s only furrow.” –Pablo Neruda, “Lightless Suburb” I am grateful to have spent the day with my brother, Doug and his wife, Ev, yesterday. They called and we went on the spur of the moment. We spent the day playing cards and remembering Richard and the fun times and how special he was to us. We honored him in ways he would have loved to have seen us do so. How important he was in READ MORE
“… And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth’s only furrow.” –Pablo Neruda, “Lightless Suburb” I am grateful to have spent the day with my brother, Doug and his wife, Ev, yesterday. They called and we went on the spur of the moment. We spent the day playing cards and remembering Richard and the fun times and how special he was to us. We honored him in ways he would have loved to have seen us do so. How important he was in
April 24. 16 On Being Forced to Let Go 04/24/2016 “Pain is inevitable; suffering is optional.” - ― Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running When we grieve, we have a choice. We can be stuck or we can let go. Being stuck in grief means we will be confused and distraught until we learn to let go with grace. Sounds good. Not easy to do. You see, one of our human conditions comes about from attachments. We are hanger-onners. There is push and pull to a relationship. It is why, sometimes, we have to kick so hard to get READ MORE
“Pain is inevitable; suffering is optional.” - ― Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running When we grieve, we have a choice. We can be stuck or we can let go. Being stuck in grief means we will be confused and distraught until we learn to let go with grace. Sounds good. Not easy to do. You see, one of our human conditions comes about from attachments. We are hanger-onners. There is push and pull to a relationship. It is why, sometimes, we have to kick so hard to get