Maybe we need different places for different phases of our lives. Maybe cherished places remain alive inside us even if we have to move on—our attachment to the earth not thinned, but widened.
~Deborah Tall , “From Where We Stand: Recovering a Sense of Place” ~
My father, Erwin A. Thompson, in his paper sorting, found this gem among my mother’s papers. He says, “It could come out of any textbook, and still has some personal touches not found in them.” He goes on to make these comments: “These were not idle words. I listened to her stories of the children…
At registration each of us received a beautiful translucent lavendar Goodie Bag. Did we have any Faragamo shoes inside? Nope, but there were teas, candies, special soaps, lotion a hand-crafted journal, and “The Tale of Cuckoo Bow Wood” from the Cottage Tales of Beatrix Potter Mysteries by Susan Wittig Albert, the founder of Story Circles…
Rigpa is my Buddhist group, headed by my teacher Sogyal Rinpoche. One of Rigpa’s programs is the Spiritual Care Program. The Rigpa U.S. Spiritual Care is run by the rather marvelous Darci Meyers. For five years, the Spiritual Care Program has offered Contemplative End of Life Care: A Certificate Program for Health Care Professionals through…
She walks in beauty, like the night.—Lord Byron Walking the Beauty Way. –Navajo I stand in my Mother’s shoes—a few sizes too big for me. Mother is dead and gone. She has passed over. I stand in my sister’s shoes—a few sizes too big for me. Julia is dead and gone. She has passed over….
I just went back in my blog archives to find out…when did I really start blogging? Here’s what I dredged up from the deep:
A LONG DRIVE IN THE COUNTRY It’s a pretty drive from St. Louis to Nashville (routes 64/57/24) that takes around 5.5 hours and crosses three rivers (Mississippi, Ohio, and Tennessee) and passes by many gorgeous large lakes (Rend/Egypt/Barkley) where I wanted to just stop and camp. The routes down are so aesthetically constructed without billboards…