Last week our dog Buster died. I thought back to when he first came to live with us and the word “belonging” seemed to fit his place in our life. A ragged ache slipped from Buster’s wet coat the night he stepped through our front door and soon after that we wrapped him in a new blanket of belonging, him to us and perhaps, even more so, us to him.
100…and more
August 5, 2013 By | 8 Comments
My 100th post! What started as a writing practice, something to keep my wordsmith juices pumping, has become an avenue of insight for me over these many months.
Much ado about nothing
July 21, 2013 By | 2 Comments
Sitting down to write today, I found nothing that pressing, both inside and out. With all the catch up work finally caught up, this Sunday lapsed into a state of busy nothingness.
A Good Morning
July 12, 2013 By | 4 Comments
Stepping into the dawn I was startled by the change of landscape unfurled across my neighbourhood. No cars, no people, a silence that hinted of the day to come.
Living on the edge
June 30, 2013 By | 8 Comments
It was near the beginning of my bus ride and the end of my book when a tiny spider showed up on the page I was reading. Her arrival was quite auspicious.
I’ll take an order of unfettered and alive
June 9, 2013 By | 4 Comments
On this glorious nearly summer day, I find myself spinning in a blender of abysmal dread. Okay, dread may be too intense. Is cataclysmic overwhelm less alarming?
Practice, practice, practice
June 2, 2013 By | 9 Comments
I’ve been finding that my meditation practice of late has been wanting, a lot. Wanting more focus, more effort, more stick-to-itiveness, more walk of the talk.
Going home
May 20, 2013 By | 4 Comments
Rather than a piece of ground, home for me has come to mean people rather than an attachment to buildings and businesses, shifting earth and fickle skies.
Some like it hot
May 5, 2013 By | 2 Comments
Today was summer. I put on sandals for the first time in eight months. I basked in the joy of sitting outside with a friend, sipping our coffees and our conversation without wind and rain and wool escarpments hindering our access to each other’s presence. All that said, I must admit to what might seem like a treasonous leaning on such a magnificent day. I miss winter.
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Nibbana…
April 14, 2013 By | 4 Comments
Fun. I don’t know if I was more puzzled by the word or the way I reacted to it, much like a ball hitting your chest and not knowing quite how to catch it.
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