I have been a member of the Cape Cod Writers Center for three years now and have witnessed many “rites of passage” for writers. I, myself, have gone from writing nothing to writing this daily blog and four picture books. This year I served on the board of this wonderful organization. Over the past three . . . → Read More: Rite of Passage
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It’s a tradition on Cape Cod for the residents to line up on the overpasses along route 6 and wave goodbye to the 20 miles of stopped traffic as our summer visitors leave us. Some wave in extreme happiness to be getting their roads and shops back. Others, like me, wave with a fond nostalgia, . . . → Read More: Signs This morning I dragged my broken body, beaten up by paddle board, waves, and rocks, to Bikram yoga. We stood to begin pranayama breathing and I noticed my two purple bruises right below my left knee. I thought, “What was I supposed to learn from these lingering marks?”. Then, the teacher, my dear friend Shirley, . . . → Read More: Courage, Revisited, Redefined The morning dawned quiet and beautiful. We still had the paddle board until noon. At 9 am, after feeding me a good breakfast, my husband looked at me and said, “Wanna try one more time?” That was all I needed. A little encouragement from someone else, because I had been thinking the exact same thing. . . . → Read More: Almost A S’UP Thought For Today in the Cape Cod Times: “If you board the wrong train, it’s no use running along the corridor in the other direction.” ~Dietrich Bonhoeffer The train wisdom is running ramped this week. The whistle of this quote got my attention. It’s so true. When in a difficult situation with a loved . . . → Read More: Train Whistles My August road has been paved with new and deeper ways of looking at control, acceptance and letting go. Dan McCullough writes an Ideas & Opinion column every Sunday in the Cape Cod Times. I always enjoy it because it’s totally different from the political ones covering the editorial pages. This Sunday was of . . . → Read More: Yet Another New Lens This morning I woke up and talked on the phone with my husband, as usual. He said, “Hey, you didn’t blog yesterday.” I sat there shocked. He was right. I wrote the title for yesterday’s blog at the concert on Saturday night, saved it to remind me what I was thinking, and yesterday never wrote . . . → Read More: Where Was I? If there was such a thing as smell-o-vision or smell-o-mail or smell-o-blog, I know the first smell I’d share with you. It’s the smell of the tide going out, wafting through a gentle breeze on my beach. There’s nothing like Saturday morning on my beach. It stretches for miles and is totally empty at 10 . . . → Read More: Smell-o-something This morning is different all around for me. I don’t know if it had anything to do with the Buddha Board entering my life or not, but it is different. First, I suddenly decided I wasn’t going to Bikram yoga today. I broke my own rule of if I’m home and class is on, I’m . . . → Read More: The Taste of Sky Earlier this week I was in Barnes & Noble and I walked by a shelf that had a big white box on it. The box cover was white and it said Buddha Board across the cover. I stopped to examine this cool thing. On the back of the box it described what it was. It . . . → Read More: What Is A Buddha Board? |
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