“One day when you wake up, you will find that you have become a forest . . . A host of wild creatures live inside you and you call them stories . . . And you should be so proud of yourself, of how far you have come from the seeds of who you used […]
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. —Rumi These lines from one of Rumi’s poems came to mind when we were hiking recently at one of our favorite places. It had taken a little effort to get out of bed at 5:00 AM and drive to Enchanted Rock […]
“Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.” –Rainer Maria Rilke As time always does, the years since I have written here brought change. My late husband’s Parkinson’s Disease progressed, bringing with it emotional and physical challenges for me […]
Last summer, when I visited a museum and saw Vincent Van Gogh’s painting Women Crossing the Fields for the first time in person, I felt a tug of recognition. It wasn’t just that I had previously seen reproductions of this work, but I felt I had seen it in life itself. It took me a […]
My favorite daily “indulgence” is not really very extravagant; I call it my faux chai tea, which is actually spiced-up green with skimmed milk to provide the latte. It’s pretty healthy and not much of a luxury, except in the sense that it is rich with memory and meaning. It feels to me as though I’m […]
In the week preceding Easter, journeys with friends reminded me of the joys of childhood’s egg hunts. On these adult expeditions, we searched for–and found–secret glories which we could have easily missed. My friend Betty and I delighted in finding the cross vine pictured below and the happy turtles pictured above at the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center in […]
I stood at the French door in my bedroom looking out at a spring storm early last week, the sky greenish gray, the rumble of thunder booming. I was hoping for rain–here in the Texas hill country we’re in extreme drought–but we received, instead, only rather scary wind. I watched our cedar elms thrash large […]
The Chinese new year just began, and according to the reports I read, this is the year of the wooden horse, which reminded me again of Tony Boy, the gift my parents made for me when I was a child and which I wrote about in my last post. Yesterday that was still on my […]
I’ve been quiet lately–since about Thanksgiving, actually, and have been wondering why I don’t seem to have a writing voice. It happens to writers far more prolific and skilled than I, so I haven’t worried much about it, thinking the shorter days had brought a time of gathering, of rumination. So yesterday I was a […]
I’m a sucker for a story about renewal. In her New York Times best-selling memoir, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail, Cheryl Strayed takes us along on a monumental journey, both physical and metaphorical. At age 26, she is trying to find her way. Her father left when she was six; […]
Practicing Wonder 