There are versions of you that haven’t been born yet.
Read moreAny Old Day Will Do
I collect bits and pieces of versions of you I didn’t even know, and somehow it makes me feel less alone, as if an old friend is staring back.
Read moreCommune
I sold my mothers dining room table last night. One of the last things my mother mentioned to me, in her right mind, was what a poor job I was doing taking care of it. She was right but I like to believe it came alive in the second part of it’s life, rather than sitting lonely in a room waiting for people to commune around it only a few times a month.
Read moreJoy of My Life
Willy’s crazy energy, which I thought was entirely too much at the time, proved to fill in our home with so much love. I miss him: his big spirit and all the joy he gave us. How lucky we are that he swooped into our lives and ran rampant with our hearts.
Read moreConversations with my Father
Grace Paley
I started the day wishing you Happy Birthday wherever you are - whether you’re Stardust or a being in a different ecosystem. Your memory is still so alive in all our hearts. But oh how I miss the sound of your voice and your laugh.

"Ask yourself one question: does this path have heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't it is of no use."
- Carlos Castenda
I’m not even sure I know how to truly sense the heart of some thing. My mind plays tricks on me and I project what I think are peoples intentions. I’m still working on trying to find my heart; to listen to its desires. I feel so lost, sometimes trying to let my heart lead. Perhaps just for today I will listen.
