Burning contracts
BURNING CONTRACTS after Naomi Shihab Nye Promises consume themselves in a quick hot flash. Contracts imposed when I didn’t understand I could say no. Artless paper…
Blessing for the path
I didn’t know, when I went to Ireland, that my primary reason for going was to visit John O’Donohue’s grave. Who could know such a thing?…
Where do you find inspiration?
Start with a bird. It might be a red throated diver. Call it a rain goose. Call it a loon. Call it star diver, Sterntaucher. Call…
The sky above my mother’s house
If healing means to make whole, as Michael Meade claims, then what part of me is missing? I have a hole in my chest a mile…
What questions shatter your sleep?
There was a time when the writer was king and she was one of the stars. ♦ But a young girl of twelve rarely has at…
I forgive you
♦ For putting forth only revisions of yourself, with punctuation worked over, instead of the disordered truth, I forgive you. ♦ The stories are here, but…
I don’t want your love, I want justice
Like a goose whose innards were ready for foie gras ♦ I spent half of the evening … wiping up spills. ♦♦ Next morning I donated…
These are the song-lines I will walk
I wrote this post three years ago, when my world—the whole world—looked so very different. I’m reposting it, slightly revised, because I need a reminder: These…
A world on fire
Our ancestors … knew fire as a deity, as a trickster, as a healer; they knew fire as trouble and fire as passion, fire as destroyer…
What kind of stories do we need right now?
Carrie Snyder offers an invitation: Find a sunflower. Hold it in your hands. Ask it a question. Listen to the questions it asks you. Carrie’s sunflower…