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“It’s as though I were living at last in my eyes, as I have always dreamed of doing, and I think then I know why I’ve come here: to see, and so to go out against new things—oh god how easily—like air in a breeze. It’s true there are moments—foolish moments, ecstasy on a tree stump—when I’m all but gone, scattered I like to think like seed…”
William Gass, In the Heart of the Heart of the Country
(Photo: Brad Ewell)
Why is This Word Not on Adoptee Feeling Charts?
That’s it, I realized when Pam first said it. That’s the word at the root of my pain.
Mother's Day and Adoption--Guest Blog Post by Samantha Lynn
I tend to resort to greeting cards when I’m not able to come up with words myself, but I still always have a hard time finding a card with words I can relate to or want to say.
Me and Fuckhead and Spirit Hill Farm and Friends and Creativity and COVID-19
Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved a turkey…
Skills for Life and Death--Guest Blog Post by Claire Donohue Roof
Enjoy this post! It’s my gift to you.
Thoughts on Addiction to the Past, What it Feels Like to Be Alive, and a Benefit of Telling Your Story
I kept thinking I was on the wrong groove: I was a needle stuck in static, a train that was in danger of flying off the tracks. I lived with a body sense of not safe, not home, not okay. I thought I would write my way to okay, but I wrote about being not safe, not home, not okay, and so there I was—not safe, not home, not okay.
Lockdown and Addiction
Increasingly, I am working on thinking mostly about the past to thinking mostly about the present and the future.
Hungry Ghosts, the Cost of Being 80% Present, and Your One Wish
Today is May 1st. May Day. Maybe this is the day for you when anything is possible. Make your wish. See what happens.
Creativity, Gathering, Cry, Cry, Cry
When you think of what it’s like for a baby to be born you may realize that was the worst day of your life.
Guest Blog Post by Mel Toth -- Grounding/Grace
Mel was part of the Soul Journaling class with Catharine Clarke I wrote about in today’s earlier blog post. Here’s Mel’s response to the work we did.
COVID-19, Threshholds, and Change
As a planet, we are standing on a threshold between the lives we had and the lives we will have.
Fuckhead, Dickhead, Curtis and Community
This whole love affair started the afternoon I was out in the yard weeding and heard a banging from the front of my house. I thought maybe Paul Bunyan had crossed the vineyard and wanted to bust in to steal the refrigerator.