The Golden Thread of Mindful Friendships

It’s the love month. February. A month to mindfully honor treasured friendships. I grew up always wanting a best friend. Finally, in 8th grade, I met Connie. Physically we were strangely matched, me, towering tall at 5’9 and her, 5’2 or so. We palled around and did silly teenage stuff.…

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Renewal Around the Corner

Autumn has always been a season of quirky shifts for me. The winds remind me that changes are comin; the air can be balmy and/or windy and of late, signal light rain.   I walked out yesterday and held my head back to catch the raindrops on my face. This may…

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The fog of Uncertainty

For days now I am greeted in the early am with layers of fog.  It sets my morning in a way that allows me to move in an unfettered way.  There's a freedom attached to the fog.  It holds what it is to come and for the few morning hours…

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A Fog Calling

I had been missing the fog horn lately and was surprised how much it shaped my early mornings.  Soon, as the end of June came and well into July and now early August -- the fog has appeared front and center and I knew it was time to note its…

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Landscape of a summer beach

I felt the air stream guiding over the exposed part of my tummy as I luxuriated on the sand.  80 plus degrees in San Francisco - a rare treat and it was edging up to Summer Solstice.  David was snoozing.  He was in recovery from life twists and turns and sleep…

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Is it all a Paradox?

It seems I play with dualities lately.  I am increasingly more and more aware of the balance of yes and no and working with the opposites to bring a united front. It's seeing myself as oh so small at times and then in a flip, realizing the immensity of my greater…

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Laundry Day

There’s something about freshly washed laundry to spark a memory. As I was hanging up my wet clothes to dry in the fresh air I remembered being with Mom on one visit where we exchanged favorite items we once valued with each other. She gifted me a scarf from her…

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Lessons of the Waxing Moon

I woke up at 3:30 and clearly knew I was being summoned. I found my robe and slippers and made my way with cat companion toward that first cup of coffee.  My laptop and the shimmering moonlight provided the only light I needed to write. Why was this particular year…

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Good Morning Mid-January

There’s a momentary pause in the rain. Like space in between the words I write. Voids in the day. To be filled or fulfilled. And really, does it matter? I walked in the rain last night to catch the bus – I needed the almost-mile walk up the blocks dodging…

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