Again, it’s all and always about the love

“I have not fallen in love with a body, but merely a soul, and that has made all the difference.” ~ Christopher Poindexter A favorite post, as true today, after so much time, as it was when I first wrote it. I didn’t buy tulips or champagne for Thanksgiving, but different flowers and some Coke….

Old dogs can always learn new tricks – and should

A short story about a cat, not a dog. When we rescued Freddy, a beautiful grey cat who later turned out to be a Russian blue, he had been hanging around in the lobby of an apartment building for weeks. He would walk a few steps and then lie down. Apparently, to at least the…

It could be harder – a lesson in optimism

Whenever anyone offered the perspective that placed my challenges in a context of even more difficult circumstances and obstacles, I used to reply “yes, but it can also be much better!“. In my defense, I blame perfectionism and also, a sincere aversion to settling for something that can be enhanced by thoughtful effort, as opposed…

This too shall pass

I’ve had one of those days, caused by, well, nothing pleasant. So of course I decided to write. To sum up the day: s*#t happens. Which got me thinking that as much as we might believe that we can prevent and control whatever it is, that’s not how life works. You will be tested. And…

On healing the wounded child

Surely you too have noticed that we react not only to what we’re actually witnessing in the moment or some situation/issue in general – but also, to whatever we are facing reminds us of. Every time we ask “what if”, we’re resurrecting experiences or scenarios we ourselves lived through, heard or learned about. A great…

the true wish

what is it? what should it be? food and shelter? world peace?more days? less death? freedom? healing?or happiness perhaps.maybe love.a better, more fulfilling something or other?forgiveness? another chance at a story? opportunity? wisdom? understanding? courage? strength? which one should be the true wishat the core of all the wishes… for all the years until nowevery…

grace (an almost poem)

here is the secret.here is the gift. i am the man who knows his own heartbecause i know my unknowingbecause i know fearand unknowing-nessand still i learned to seeand still i learned to trusteven in the smallness of trust(which is a great and vast placeof infinite tenderness) and ii am the woman who knows her…

the why not explained

“but why not?”“seriously…”“why not?” i remember that laughter.it was full of laughter and, like a pretty herb you should never eat, full of poison. “because it’s easier not to…that’s always why not”“silly girl, haven’t you figured it out already?”

the greatest fear is of the best things

the worst thing to fear is not failure, but regret. and yet, there is something else that scares us more. it’s not worse than regret…because nothing can be worse. but the prospect of getting the best things we could want to achieve is terrifying. mediocre successes are easy to handle. there is joy and security…

always bright (an almost poem)

all we ultimately have is choice. and the only one worth making is about value. the real kind. the kind measured only in that delicate brightness of spirit. a brightness that is sometimes small, and quiet. and sometimes exuberant. extraordinary. breathtaking. however tested, weary, disheartened we may be; however disillusioned or tattered; whether we believe…