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Wisdom in everyday life

crossroads

  • Why can’t we see?

    After reading about the death of Philip Seymour Hoffman I am sick to death of what we cannot see. I am walking the streets of Santa Monica sick of what we do not see. I am tired of the words people use and that fact there is no power behind what they say, they talk… Read more

  • the grace of a human

    I am very disheartened lately, every where I turn I am looking at humans who seem to have no grace left or the idea of grace was something never taught. What happened to the idea of a woman being a graceful and mysterious presence. Do we still think of ourselves as nothing unless stared at… Read more

  • a new year, finally some movement

    This is what it looked like in Duluth when I left. A horror show of unending winter and solitary living and for me the impending depression of being locked in a house alone for months, months, and more months. Its beautiful there is no doubt but past the beauty is the awareness of what this… Read more

  • My God its full of stars

    One of my favorite lines in the 2001 Space Odyssey movie, so it was apt that when sitting at my writing desk I looked at my ceiling feeling exasperated and remarked , My God its full of webs. Little bitty webs hiding in plain sight. I am farsighted so I see fine without my glasses.… Read more

  • I turned the other check as I fell on my ass

    This is Zeus, many of you have met him before. Zeus is currently my spiritual teacher and a royal pain in my ass. This is him after another offense, having to deal with the shame of hurting me. As my spiritual teacher he has a unique style of teaching me things. Let me tell you… Read more

  • Standing through the fall

    Here in northern Minnesota we are in full fall swing. The air is crisp and clear the leaves in various states of turning, falling and gone. There is a start to fall, you can feel it. It happens in late September like a switch goes off and the sun is lower in the sky the… Read more

  • hope and the point of pain

    I have just dealt with another loss. And loss of any kind is hard on humans, it’s not fun. it’s not fair. I hate it and the word hate doesn’t quite describe it. I have dealt with a lot of loss in that last few years. The loss of people family and things. And really… Read more

  • Blooming means taking root wherever you are

    I am at a mid-point in my life and not just in my chronological age. I am also at the end of a depression brought on by tremendous personal loss and that has helped put me at this crossroads. Having faced such vast personal loss I have been unwilling to look forward. I just moved… Read more

  • Walking under trees

    I am in LA while work is being done on my house in Duluth. It is an understatement to say it has been hot. The kind of heat that makes everything hard and getting outside is a far away dream a very hot far away dream. It’s funny after all those years growing up in… Read more

  • Thoughts on returning home, or home?

    I have been back for over a week now from my trip to Paris. One of the prices I pay for traveling is the level of headaches and fatigue I deal with on my return, boo hoo, right? But through the fog of jet lag and migraines is the awareness of my resistance to being… Read more