The Dangling Conversation
There are conversation starters and conversation stoppers…delightful openings that have everyone vying for vocal position and dark explorations that have everyone staring into their drinks. I’ve been thinking about a…
Tag: poetry
Nineteen Hats, Ten Teacups…
Such an emotional catharsis this week…sobbing one moment, stomping angrily the next. And strangely, no connection to what might be the cause, current or past. Sure, there were maddening moments…
Wednesday
I have fallen in love with Wednesday. I rarely have meetings scheduled for the day and the evenings are normally unplanned. It’s a bit like having a Sunday in the…
Priming the Pump
I write like opening a window like listening to the wind pulling the chariot of the sun above the horizon I write like surfing a wave like skimming the surface…
Red Sky in the Morning
Rumi’s warning card translates as follows: Look at what you are doing and decide if you are being selfish or brave.” Serpent of transformation hisses at my neck threatening to…
A Word About Sundays…
When I first considered blogging about simple living, I thought that it might be an oxymoron. But it turns out that writing regularly about simplicity keeps me thinking about it……
City Mouse, Country Mouse
I grew up in Seattle and though I love the rural paradise where I live now, the city still lures me. I crave the buzz of energy and the visual…
Bigger Might be Better, But Small is Good Enough
I live in a House for One Person, 360 sq ft of richly layered sanctuary. This house fits me. Like Goldilocks searching for the perfect chair, I have lived in…
Stella Sunday Afternoons 