Is there no time for me in this brief stretch of grace to relax in the arms of my beloved’s embrace and know there is paradise growing securely… to look out at the seeds I have sewn to cure the fears of the days with my spirit determined to lift up this world which is […]Read More Grief Sorrow
A person is a mystery in a universe unfolding. The time it takes to enter space, explore the grace, win the race, remember all the faces, forgive all of the disgraces, celebrate and leave no traces… well, T.S. Elliot said it all so well: There will be time, there will be time To prepare a […]Read More Why is it sacred?
They say on the day each person is born That marks the day of one definite death. In between these two marks on the notch post of time is everyone and everything that matters in one life. After 47 years on a job, among friends, there were birthdays and holidays, maybe a romance or secret […]Read More Don Husing, the voice of KSCO news for decades, died Tuesday, Aug. 27, 2013 after a career of 47 years.
At 4:20 this morning I am missing my mom and my sisters. Our family Christmas eve dinner and phone calls whisked by too fast, and our annual McNamee Girls shopping trip to the city was also over too soon. Pictures flash through my mind’s eye; Maureen with a big bag of recently discovered extra presents […]Read More Sunset Mist Memorials
Dear Spirit Suchi Gabrielle, I thought of everyone I ever loved this morning at sunrise as I wondered if you my friend would ever awaken for one last time… give a look from your eyes, a squeeze from your hands, share spooning naps with your dear beloveds, or cuddle your boys Krishna and Bubblily. I […]Read More Sleeping beauty in the light
Everything woke up dead this morning. I’ve been sad too long to be sad or mad. I just want to understand why, And try to wake up alive tomorrow. There but for grace go I. The snake who chased and ate three mice got caught in the knotted plastic fence tangled with Vinca surrounding the […]Read More Today I am thanking a Snake.
Death of a friend is always sad news. Maybe a little more remote after such a long time, but it does give me a chance to reminisce. Such kids we were then. I still feel like the same person who walked or rode bikes past Hack’s house to school, and hung out during some of […]Read More Hack, the first to go, as far as I know. In memory.