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We returned to the beach early Sunday morning. Our usual beach time is evening when we take our old dog down for his evening walk, usually before dinner. This morning, my husband says, a contemplative walk. Mostly we are silent, … Continue reading →

Last night, after much debate about leaving the house after dark, my husband and I drove down the hill to Santa Cruz to the local book store, Bookshop Santa Cruz to hear Ross Gay and a Santa Cruz poet, Chris … Continue reading →

My deepest satisfaction now is entering into the inheritance of my own life. A realm over which time has no sway. Anne Truitt I’m on Day 4 of a stay-at-home writing retreat here in Larkin Valley, California. My husband is … Continue reading →

The forest and all the structures burned down 2 years ago. We drove the distance from Santa Cruz. My daughter Alex, and my friend, Tracy. Tracy and I had never visited, so we relied on Alex to describe the before … Continue reading →

I can’t say what shifted: adequate sleep, good conversations with my children, dark chocolate, photos of my grandchildren doing what they love, a poem. But all of a sudden I made an inquiry to participate in a poetry reading in … Continue reading →

We’re deep into April, the cruelest month. With Spring, a season of rebirth, I’ve experienced difficulty in feeling motivated. It’s a cycle of borrowed time. The less motivation, the less I write. I can pick a red camellia from the … Continue reading →

At this very moment my husband is in our kitchen making what he calls his cheese bread. Since he retired as a Methodist minister in June 2022, his newest spiritual practice is baking biscuits and now this cheese bread which … Continue reading →

This is a picture of my desk after a day of work in my home study: clients, leading Yoga Nidra Meditation, writing a few words, financial analysis. This desk is also my writing desk. What you can’t see off to … Continue reading →

Several days of fog and cloudy skies convinced us it was the beginning of October and possibly the beginning of soup season. We’ve been wearing sweaters since we arrived in Northern California late June. As we drive up our hill, … Continue reading →

This morning a read a letter in my email from Esme Weijun Wang under the heading “in which I’m just utterly, brutally honest.” I signed up for her newsletter some time ago mainly because I was curious to what she … Continue reading →