Sadly, most of my garden is now overgrown and choked with weeds. I feel more and more each day that I’m falling hopelessly behind. This year I’ve accepted, with much sorrow that my once lovely gardens, having offered me daily retreat for so long, are now lost to me.
It's Sunday. The house is quiet in these early morning hours. I'm tucked away in my she-room, sipping fresh coffee. In summer, when the sun rises early enough to angle through the small window, it falls across the corner of the antique maple dresser I stripped down to the wood and then hand-rubbed with tung … Continue reading Sunday Morning Coming Down
I'm thinking about self care today for a couple of reasons. Mostly because, despite my best efforts at taking care not to acerbate my chronic back pain, it's been sporting a big ol' frowny face on the pain scale for the last several days. This physical pain has been my constant companion, at some level, … Continue reading Soul Food: Self Care for Harsh Times
I marked sixty years of life last month. I am relishing the milestone. True, a trace of mourning for my lost youth still lingers around my edges, but the circle turns ever onward and aging is life. I find I spend more time imagining my crone years stretching out before me, who I want to … Continue reading A Year of Becoming Crone
Like other communities (both online and off) that deal with endeavors in creative and intellectual property, there are concerns over cultural appropriation, specifically in these spaces, the appropriation of cultural faith beliefs and spiritual practice. To be clear, I’m talking about pre-Christian spiritual practices and customs.
I have been the MAD Goddess for so long now I have to dust off my math skills to figure out that this alter ego, the Middle Aged Mouthpiece in me, has been around for almost half my life. At early 30-something I was, maybe, inching my toes into the stream of midlife. Never-the-less, the … Continue reading When Good Is Good Enough