My recent “wHisper” from God (previous blogs) caused me to unearth my old college Bible. I left it on the table next to my chair. On this quiet Sunday morning I picked it up and started flipping thru it. This Bible was given to me in college 40 years ago by my dearest friend and . . . → Read More: Dry Crust Or Steak?
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Thirty eight years ago, when I was a junior in college, my husband, then boyfriend, gave me a star sapphire ring for Christmas. He said it was a friendship ring. Now, after 35 years of marriage to this wonderful man, I realize the full value of the significance of that ring that a young girl . . . → Read More: The Star Sapphire At my Cape Cod Writers night out my author friend, Shirley Pieters Vogel shared an excerpt from her book “wHispers”. It was the beautiful story of how she and her wonderful husband Stefan met after she went through a very traumatic divorce from her first husband, Conn. The story is not only beautiful, it’s almost . . . → Read More: Lean Not! When I taught kindergarten, and I saw one child hit another I’d go over and ask why he/she hit the other child. Inevitably the answer was always “he/she hit me first”. I ask both children to apologize, but to the one who was hit first, an injustice is done and the child needs to learn . . . → Read More: World Peace – Why Not? Why do I go to yoga class? Answer: because I want to make significant changes in my life. I want to make my body healthy and strong. I want to make my mind strong and focused. I want to make my spirit quieter and gentler. Nice goals. Tall order. One that can’t be accomplished . . . → Read More: The Great Dilemma I always thought a “spiritual warrior” was like an evangelical Christian – someone who goes around trying to convert people. I was surprised to read that it was a person who spent time daily with their own soul. I think I might qualify. Today in yoga, my teacher, (the one I love), was again . . . → Read More: A Spiritual Warrior – Me??? Real human hearts are soft and squishy, constantly moving, pushing fresh blood and oxygen through the body. Valentines are made of paper and flat, and rather cold. Paper hearts can be torn up and discarded easily in the trash. Human hearts can’t even be touched without actual surgery. Why is it then that the human . . . → Read More: Hearts-Not Valentines “Letting go” is another one of those phrases I have trouble understanding, along with “losing and finding oneself”. How does one go about “letting go” of feelings anyway? I know my feelings are trapped in my gut, wound around my muscles, coursing through my veins and arteries and interwoven through my diaphragm. If I just . . . → Read More: Truly “Letting Go”- “Man, these times are hard..” (The Script) This blog is for both February 11 &12 because it took a long car ride yesterday, a nice evening with my husband, and the dawn of a new day today to bring my experience to clarity. “I lost myself” and “I’ve got to go find myself” are two phrases I’ve never quite understood. (Strange, . . . → Read More: That “Other Woman” I learned an Irish phrase “tuning the five string harp” when I read “Listening Beneath the Noise”, by Anne LeClaire. It means “opening the five senses and bringing them into alignment so they work in consonance”. In the book the author remarks that tuning the senses is much like tuning any instrument. It takes time . . . → Read More: Tuning the Five String Harp |
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