Any movement for peace seems to be an open door to a future I’d like to enter. There are people throughout our lives and before that have made a cause their cause and entered an arena that was larger than them. This is what happened to Mildred Norman Ryder. She transformed into Peace Pilgrim,...
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Posts Tagged ‘ healing stories ’
The Appalachian Trail and the Sea
I’m writing a book for some time now. It’s about the intersection of grief, resilience and coastal environmental concerns. During the last year while working very slowly or just absorbing information for the chapter I’ve been on, it seemed I needed to know why I was doing this, to even justify my writing and...
Stirring the Soup or Teagong
My qigong practice begins with stirring the soup. Right away I notice the interior dialogue that I’m having. It isn’t just dialogue. It’s lists and to dooz that I remembered I didn’t do. It’s imaginary conversations; even comebacks or responses I wish I had made. It is the stuff of talking with others or...
Everything deepens along the way
Knit one, pearl two. Drop a stitch here and there. Pick up another. There’s many ways to get back into a pattern of being. I just never realized that some patterns could be so far flung and take so long to hook up to again. Who knew? I guess you don’t always. But...
Sit like a mountain
A mountain can be read like the Torah by a geologist. Each layer has meaning and the meaning builds upon the layer below it or speaks to the layer above and provides it countenance and relationship. When everything feels too loose and nothing seems to be sustained by the eminence of its own weight...
from Natal Catalyst
I wonder whether I received a primal push the way someone launches a boat into the water. Or if this natal catalyst is something that has influenced the direction I’ve been going in ever since I got started. I mean from way back when. Wouldn’t that be something? Whether the catalyst turns out...
La vie en wetlands
It started out just as Yeats had said. It was about work and the grind and the difficulties and the schedule and the lack of freedom and everything that doesn’t feel like anything you want with the exception of the paycheck. If you’ve been there and done that, then this could be your signature...
Teagong or stirring the soup
My qigong practice begins with stirring the soup. Right away I notice the interior dialogue that I’m having. It isn’t just dialogue. It’s lists and to dooz that I remembered I didn’t do. It’s imaginary conversations; even comebacks or responses I wish I had made. It is the stuff of talking with others or...
Passports
Passports I want to tell you about Louise Bourgeois and the trees shaped by the cold. The trees are called krummholz. Their roots look like old sirens, remind me of Louise. A picture of the krummholz up on the side of my printer also shows their roots. When I saw a picture of Louise...
Threads
“We must lose our mothers.” That’s what they say. The words of my mother’s friend Sarah are always returning to me, like a Greek chorus, like the Miami Beach blues. “We must lose our mothers.” If we must lose our mothers, do we also have to hear these words echo in our memories reminding...