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I DON'T BLOG

an unconventional inspirational blog

“I don’t blog,” I said, over and over to all who asked. It sounded like a line from an old joke: “I don’t do windows.” But, truth is, I do write e-newsletters. Now and then. Say, once a month. Or once a season. And since several readers have asked me to post these voices from the wilderness, here they are. Not really a blog, but kind of.

 

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Mar 21, 2016
My sister Susan is new to Facebook. She’s a big executive who works very hard and doesn’t have time for such things. But one day, not too long ago, she went on Facebook, and, like the rest of us, was slyly drawn in.
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Dec 21, 2015
The winter solstice is approaching. Again. That time when the earth is tilted farthest from the sun, giving us the shortest day and longest night of the year, this year arriving on Dec 21st. It’s a dark time, a time when I remember my friends who have passed—especially Bear, who just left these parts with her amazing spirit still intact, and Sarah, whose wit and wisdom warmed my life and my book.
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Dec 8, 2015
As promised, here is Part 2 of the interview with me in Light of Consciousness Journal. It begins when my first marriage was falling apart and I took off for an ashram. “Ashram?” my mother said. “You don’t need an ashram! You need a marriage counselor!”
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Aug 28, 2015
Ever since I was a teen, one of the saddest moments of summer was when the fall magazines began to appear. “September!” they proudly announced. But beneath their cheery photos of fall fashion and crisp weather, there was an unspoken sadness: Summer is over.
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May 11, 2015
It might have been winter, or even before, but there I was, stuck in a rut. So was John. And so, no surprise, was our marriage. It was a rut of our making, or rather, not making. Not making our lives and our selves the best they could be. Not doing more to see the divine – in the world and in each other. Not feeling the magic.
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Mar 1, 2015
It’s snowing. Again. I sit upstairs at my desk, staring at my laptop. John emails me a photo he just took from a downstairs window. I instantly delete it. Snow scenes that charmed in December have now lost their charm. Outside, all is white under a gray sky. Inside, I sense a grayness descending. The newspaper says ”Cold and unsettled weather will continue into early next week.” Right. Cold and unsettled. That’s how I feel. Where’s the lovely calmness I was enjoying just yesterday? The hopefulness of new beginnings that came with January and the new year? Why this disharmony, this feeling out of sorts with myself and with others? And why are moods so inconstant, so shifting, so, well, unsettled? I pour a cup of Yogi tea and read the message on the teabag: “An attitude of gratitude.” Humph.
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Dec 1, 2014
I have a confession: I love John Denver. When I first fell for this country boy, I was a city girl living in Manhattan, and I learned to keep it to myself — to avoid the scorn of musician friends I hung out with, who were into jazz, blues, and the hard rock of the sixties. They viewed Denver’s recordings as the musical version of Walt Disney movies (which, I confess, I also love.) But here I am, years later, still loving John Denver and ready to say it: He was a true poet, and his songs were gifts, as strong and bright as sunshine.
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Nov 1, 2014
It has been a year now sinceRecipes for a Sacred Lifecame out, a year in which we met, or met anew, through my book. It feels so much longer; the year was so full. There was the amazing joy of the book being published, eight years after I first began writing it. There were the magical mornings and evenings of meeting you at readings, where together we created a sacred space.
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