I woke this morning with the words “equilibrium” and “equinox” literally fusing together in my waking mind. It was 5:15. My spouse was already awake, evidently motivated to curate media and build a Quia lesson related to the Equinox. My … Continue reading
I find myself speaking about transition and the search for equilibrium quite often these days; I also find myself seeking stillness and solitude in the midst of many changes around me and within me. I found this blessing tonight which … Continue reading
I have heard my daughter describe herself as “mother to a thousand stuffed animals.” Since she was a toddler, the “stuffies” that come into her life have names, homes, and imaginative stories that give them substance beyond plush and stuffing. … Continue reading
When I lived in St. Louis, I became a fan of the outdoor musical theatre company called the MUNY, which generally performed 8 shows each summer at one week duration each. The MUNY experience involved 10,000 people sitting shoulder to … Continue reading
I had just turned 18 when I took my first job in a residential health care facility…or as we still often call it, a nursing home. I was hired as a certified nursing assistant by a recruiter who came to … Continue reading
This is an “archive” story that I wrote several years ago, reflecting back to the last days of summer during a time of transition in my life. I write often these days on my blog about my current expressions of … Continue reading
When I was growing up, communion was scheduled the first Sunday of each month. We had special plates, similar to offering plates, which were passed from person to person, pew to pew. The first presented carefully broken pieces of matzoh, … Continue reading
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A tribute to the 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington I stand, humbled, as I watch a woman, steadfast behind her walker taking each step from the bus to the stone memorial with the same determination as she did … Continue reading
It was mid-afternoon one late summer Sunday. I moved idly around my little house outside Buffalo, picking up the clutter and talking to my cat, Shadow. I was feeling angst-filled, which was pretty typical at that time of my life. … Continue reading
Batty By Shel Silverstein The baby bat Screamed out in fright, “Turn on the dark, I’m afraid of the light.” It’s been my habit for quite some time now to start my day in meditation or contemplative prayer. One of … Continue reading
small points of light 