Grassy Waters

This is one of my favorite places in Palm Beach County. It is nearby, free, quiet, not crowded. A place of mysterious and ancient energy and beauty. You don’t have to be a meditator to have a change of consciousness here. It just happens. We didn’t see any alligators – too cold today – and…

mysterious gifts

I have a spiritual mentor that I do not know. Every year, just before Xmas, she sends a package of things. A book. Copies of articles. Newspaper cutouts. Little beautiful things cut from tea boxes, or magazines. Programs from plays. Brochures of architectural simplicities. Poems. I ponder each of these things and they feed my…

Christmas 2016

Christmas with the Baran’s this year. An international feast with Tourtiere (French Canadian meat pie), Ham. Lasagna with homemade noodles, Polish sausage, sweet potatoes, mushrooms, corn pudding, green beans, beets, pickles, cole slaw, and lots of desserts, Cuban cigars, and corn hole. Jubilee sang along with carols while John and I made the Tourtiere. And…

This happened yesterday …

This is what happened yesterday. I am getting my hair cut at Sada’s. Mind you, I have my hearing aids out, so my hearing is at 20% or less. Plus there are hair dryers going and other noises. I’m upset that Sada is cutting my hair too short. Beauty salons are not exactly relaxing places…

The Drip & the man

This is my reality. Every 3 weeks I go in for what I call “the drip”. Sometimes, when things are “progressing”, I get the stronger drug, Kadcyla, which kills cells. Then I need the accompanying benadryl and steroid to make sure that my body doesn’t have a reaction to the poison being poured in. Other…

Pure Act

Last week, in the New York Times (Dangerous Curves) I watched a video about Roslyn Mays, an overweight pole dancer. In skimpy clothing, Roslyn was celebrating her body. She was putting herself out there, despite the shame that was directed toward her for being “too fat”. I’ve been dealing with some body image issues and am drawn…

Kites

If you know my husband, you know that he is an exceptional man. At least an unusual man. He’s an engineer, so he is not exactly romantic, but there are other whimsical qualities that make up for that. The first day that I knew him, we connected. He wrote my name in the dust of…

Ordinary Life

For the last ever so many years – 15? – I have kept a blog. Today I looked through them and they gave me a sense of place. This is where we were and this was what was happening. I lost that the last few years. I tended to post when something eventful was happening….