Next year, my high school batch (or "class," as most Americans call it) will be celebrating our silver jubilee. Yes, it's been 25 years since I graduated from high school and frankly, it shocks me. When I was younger, I've always felt like the silver jubilarians were ancient women. (We are an all-girls Catholic school). But now I clearly, and conveniently, know better!...more
My pipes broke in my studio and are getting repaired finally today. I have ordered my clay and hope to get back to it very soon. Working in clay has been a long time passion for me. It is a cooperation between me and The Spirit. I am working on a piece, and suddenly what I wanted to say is there and I don't know how I did it. It is a reaffirmation of faith every time it happens. I haven't done new sculpture in a little while, so I am trusting that it is all still there. Always hard to start back after being away from it for a while....more
Why is it that the stupidest thing can make me cry? I mean, I would not be surprised to shed a tear or two on my wedding anniversary (and I did), or while looking at pictures, and things like that. But to have a clueless anonymous person who couldn't care less about me or my situation - well, it's just not right....more
It is sometime during the 4:00 hour. I am lying, wide awake, in my bed sucking on a lozenge because I can't stop coughing. I've got a toddler's head rammed between my shoulder blades. I'm hot from all the blankets and lovies my ten-year-old has brought into my huge king-sized bed with him.
The house is quiet and feels a little emptier with Hubby on a business trip despite all of the company I have in bed with me.
Edgie has been pushing Slim in his sleep, "Move over Slim!! This my bed." And I roll my eyes because, no, it's MY bed; I smile in spite of it.
Back hunched against the brick wall. Arms folded over his knees. Hood of a faded black coat pulled over his head, blocking out the blustering wind and perhaps something more.A faint voice. A request I almost didn’t hear. I turned, my hand already on my car door handle. “I’m sorry?”This time, his eyes spoke first. “Excuse me, ma’am, can you help me out with some change?”...more
Today's Imbolc, which is one of the wheel of the year holidays and the least known of all of them. I recently joined a Unitarian Universalist church this past sumer officially and it's interesting that I finally found a church that suits me. I was raised Catholic and I still consider myself some flavor of Christian to a degree, but I also find that earth-based spiritualities and many other paths also call to me. ...more
No matter how sure you are of yourself, there always seems to be moments that you wonder what you are doing. When life gets too comfortable you sometimes forget who you are. Following others seems easier than finding your own way. Being different or stumbling on a path less paved is difficult when your life has been walking behind others. It's not that you don't know what's happening, but maybe you are not up to challenge at this time. You have this life and it's up to you how you want to continue....more