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The Nightmare or the Dream Last night I had a nightmare: income inequality had gotten so bad in this country that there was rampant anarchy. The governmental system was so mistrusted and corrupt that the infrastructure of our cities couldn’t be maintained and they crumbled dealing with surging floods, soaring temperatures wildly stronger storms, and … Read more
Toward a “Both/And” World Sometimes we get so fused up over something being either/or when it can easily be both/and. Our son couldn’t decide between Political Science or Engineering so he’s double majoring. Whatever he does in his future he’ll benefit from what he learns in each. Churches struggle with a clash of concepts … Read more
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Floating Down the River Submerged in rivulets of undulating millefiori bean shapes refracting vigorously verdant overgrowth while little-bo-peep clouds, puffed, also float in strong blue hue above, and underneath, macrame light nets coppery rocks, anchoring them. But on the surface dapples shift and converse, one color streak jostles with the next, chatting, swapping places … Read more
Permission We are humbly obedient to the Mind that made us programmed as it were as God’s image and likeness as offspring of the divine Father/Mother like the apple does not fall far from the tree. As like produces like and as God is infinite all-powerful good: so are we. We cannot be otherwise. Never … Read more
All Wandering Stars I am a transplanted Michigander germinated in New York City before setting down roots in small town Connecticut, where I am now lolling in the sun on my front porch. The day is spectacular – the weeping cherry tree is festooned with blossoms overhead the pungent mulberry colored buds of the earliest … Read more
Benign a happy word like being nine again the hop, skip and jump of it a relief a release from an unjust sentence uncondemned, safe Congratulations on the courage to find out. by Polly Castor
Happiness It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness. With sadness there is something to rub against, a wound to tend with lotion and cloth. When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up, something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change. But happiness … Read more
I am so grateful to have been to Creative Arts Camp this year! It was just what I needed and I want to thank everyone there for facilitating for me an “oil change” of a spiritual proportion. Let me explain. Many years ago now, I was working on a major church project that was an … Read more
Life is a dance and I love all kinds. But a reel? Now that’s fun.
I just finished an audio book not good enough to review here. As kids, we had a phase: “Close, but no banana.” I don’t remember the genesis of that idiom, but it was definitely true about this book. A friend of mine joked with me after seeing Charlie’s Angels that I could see moral lessons … Read more
I awoke to dense Labor Day fog, and pondered it in depth on the dock. The last time we had fog this dense here was four years ago, also on Labor Day. Unlike today, the tide was in then and we had rented kayaks so I went off kayaking in the fog. It was an … Read more
A friend of mine used this title phrase in casual conversation last night, and I can’t even remember what she was referring to in the flood of connections I made the second I heard it. It resonated with me as the answer to art questions I had been getting as well as parenting advice I … Read more
You’d be proud of me, I’m actually cleaning out my office, which has been long overdue, but is finally progressing in the right direction. One of the side benefits is I’m finding all sorts of things. The poem below is one of the things I was delighted to see once more. I vividly remember writing … Read more
My Twelve Year Old Brave Writer She’s hovering, constantly balancing dichotomies: Vigorous movement with deep stillness (literally jumping, with profound perception) Beautiful and serene with persistent agitation (like a magnificent landscape with mosquitoes buzzing) Warm and tenderly vulnerable but with defensively cynical walls up Fiercely glad she’s unique and different meanwhile feeling lonely and peerless … Read more
Reading Walden I remember when my sister had to read Walden by Thoreau; it was intolerable, excruciating, deafeningly exasperating like an incessant blaring alarm that can’t seem to be shut off. It was like walking barefoot over a path of rough rusty nails or being sprayed by a feisty skunk for no reason, the stench … Read more
I Am Orange I am orange bright, bold and in your face caution: you can see me from far off… I’m unreserved and free blasting forward, assertive (but safe from being shot at) I make other colors look better. I’m slurpy as a tangerine while dry as a desert sunset blazing; clear, humble, lyrically compassionate … Read more