Maybe in heaven there are fragrances. If I have a choice, I want to be able to smell the cilantro my Significant Other chops while I am falling asleep sometimes. A lover of toppings and condiments, he likes to eat late at night and meticulously cleans and separates the leaves, then gently taps the knife… Continue reading Herbs
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Birds
I came across this quote a few days ago: “I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.” Maybe not, but how did D.H. Lawrence know what birds feel? Perhaps a bird can chirp away and put on… Continue reading Birds
Birth, Death, Menopause and Things Like That
So, today I discussed menopause with my doctor. I discuss menopause frequently lately, whilst dripping with sweat and forgetting the names of people I know. There was something simpler and better about speaking directly to a doctor about it rather than repeating what I have learned by swimming alone or online upon a sea of… Continue reading Birth, Death, Menopause and Things Like That
War?
Last night I dreamt that Susanna was here with me, in the kitchen. I consider this part of my kitchen a power vortex. Here, we used to bake and cook together as she stood on a chair. We opened the jars of herbs and spices just to inhale. The magic surpasses the recipes. Supernatural events… Continue reading War?
Skin
Summer is in full swing, and I have sunburn again. I wore sunscreen but did not reapply in time. I suspect planned obsolescence, what with two hour applications, but I appreciate sunscreen. I grew up in the era of Coppertone number 4 and perpetual summer burn. My son wears sunscreen, yet, probably due to his… Continue reading Skin
Setting my Altars
Summer has come again. For some, this means beach vacations, pools and parties. I appreciate these things, but for me, the introverted teacher, this means a welcome return to more frequent solitude. It means more walking, more puttering, more daydreaming. I can again be still and talk to trees. I can again be still and… Continue reading Setting my Altars
Holding Space
My son was sitting on the bench with me at the playground, like Susanna used to do. He did not see anyone suitable to play with. Then, the little girl arrived, followed by the rest of her family. Curly dark hair in a ponytail, fluffy tutu with flats, spring in her step, about five or… Continue reading Holding Space
Long Spoons
Motherhood has taught me about my own introversion. It is in no way a dislike of people which drives me to solitude, but the opposite. I feel unable to separate from the pain and emotions of others for very long, this tires me out. Any introverted mother can tell you she recharges while alone and… Continue reading Long Spoons
The Wheat from the Chaff
There is no goodbye. Not in terms of Susanna. Two years ago yesterday was the day my daughter was buried during a day-long driving rain. I was hoping she would like the chapel with stained glass, and the winding pathways in the picturesque historical cemetery. We invited a clergy person who asked my son to… Continue reading The Wheat from the Chaff
Indelible
Haiku. When you want to say a lot, briefly. You need to search for words so you measure and limit your syllables. I am lost in the middle of a long weekend and have posted this on my Facebook page: Today’s Sad Haiku H and R Block form Pressed the red x near her name… Continue reading Indelible
Susanna's Golden Ball 