I never know where or when subjects for these blogs will grab me. This week I’ve been writing about writing. That blog - all ready to post - will appear next week. This morning, I awoke to see yellow daffodils bobbing in the breeze outside my window - a spring bouquet that seems to have arrived special delivery during the dark rain that fell last night. It reminds me of a poem called, In Impossible Darkness, written by Kim Rosen. Her writing gives us a glimpse into the mystery of transformation - the dramatic shifts and surprises that come with living. The metaphors she uses coincide with the celebration of Easter Sunday.
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For the past 74 days I’ve been working towards eliminating sugar from my diet. We're all influenced by news alerts about how sugar and its substitutes neutralize our immune system. How is something that tastes so good, so bad for us? And why are sweets so difficult to resist? Here’s the story…
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People dear to me are dying. There is no rhyme or reason to it, just like there is no rationale for the timing or meaningfulness of any loss. We can construct a story about why and how things happen, but we can never ever know cause and effect for sure. I can make no sense out of life and death except to embrace the timing of both. Today I am celebrating Paul's life as I grieve his death.
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I've always been wary of permanent ink - especially on a body. Tattoos are meant to be noticed. Some tats are works of art. Good or bad, the outcome is yours, indelibly. But imagine how it would feel while a tattoo artist is working, if you hear, "Oops!" Here are some of those permanent tattoops*...
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Yes, I went to see a movie by myself yesterday. In the midst of other people, it sometimes feels good to be isolated in my own experience. I like to buy my own bag of popcorn, and I like to savor my own opinions and feelings. I like to do this in the energy soup of others, hearing their collective gasps, chuckles and sighs as part of “surround sound”.
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