Spare Change?
I hope you get a chance to read this…quite entertaining and shows the power of metaphor and imagination at work…to illuminate our current political process.
Tanner, my 5-year-old-upstairs-neighbor, spotted me as I left of Freida Wheaton’s latest Salon 53 soiree. JGR: “I’m going to a party!” and swirled to show off my coral silk dress. Tanner: “What kind of party is it?” JGR: “The kind where you enjoy good hugs, good talk, and good food.” And, wiggling my fingers, off…
I’ve been reading an interesting book, Rapt: Attention and the Focused Life, by Winifred Gallaher. I’ve run across a great definition of reality: Reality is an intentional, first-person experience that you construct from the material of attention. I’m having a hard time contradicting this definition. Though reality, I know, has been defined in many other…
You’ll recall I received two dozen roses this Valentine’s Day. As it turns out, both bouquets were from one man, my sweetheart of yore, my dear-hearted friend of now, Daniel Holland, of Lake County in Northern California. As it turns out, Daniel ordered one dozen roses and Fortune multiplied his order by two. The arithmetic…
What if, indeed, as Buddhist say we are all mothers to one another (past-present-future)? How would that change your part of the world? 2)What are the stories of mothers you’ve known? Wikipedia agrees that Mother’s Day isn’t just about biological mother’s. It’s about nurturing. Mother’s Day is a celebration that honors mothers and motherhood, maternal…
Three years ago I was one of Yvonne Perry’s Writers in the Sky podcasts shortly after the publication of “Sightlines: A Poet’s Diary.” Today Yvonne and I chat again on her podcast about “Sightlines: A Family Love Story in Poetry and Music” showing the miles we’ve traveled since then. This was recorded in the hospital…
February is here, that month of hearts burning to burnish romantic love relationships. What if February became a month celebrating all types of love? Why not send Valentine’s cards to everyone, not just our sweetie, as we used to do in grade school? Ernest Dempsey, a.k.a. Karim Khan, our Man from Pakistan, sent me the…
Tanner, my 5-year-old-upstairs-neighbor, spotted me as I left of Freida Wheaton’s latest Salon 53 soiree. JGR: “I’m going to a party!” and swirled to show off my coral silk dress. Tanner: “What kind of party is it?” JGR: “The kind where you enjoy good hugs, good talk, and good food.” And, wiggling my fingers, off…
I’ve been reading an interesting book, Rapt: Attention and the Focused Life, by Winifred Gallaher. I’ve run across a great definition of reality: Reality is an intentional, first-person experience that you construct from the material of attention. I’m having a hard time contradicting this definition. Though reality, I know, has been defined in many other…
You’ll recall I received two dozen roses this Valentine’s Day. As it turns out, both bouquets were from one man, my sweetheart of yore, my dear-hearted friend of now, Daniel Holland, of Lake County in Northern California. As it turns out, Daniel ordered one dozen roses and Fortune multiplied his order by two. The arithmetic…
What if, indeed, as Buddhist say we are all mothers to one another (past-present-future)? How would that change your part of the world? 2)What are the stories of mothers you’ve known? Wikipedia agrees that Mother’s Day isn’t just about biological mother’s. It’s about nurturing. Mother’s Day is a celebration that honors mothers and motherhood, maternal…
Three years ago I was one of Yvonne Perry’s Writers in the Sky podcasts shortly after the publication of “Sightlines: A Poet’s Diary.” Today Yvonne and I chat again on her podcast about “Sightlines: A Family Love Story in Poetry and Music” showing the miles we’ve traveled since then. This was recorded in the hospital…
February is here, that month of hearts burning to burnish romantic love relationships. What if February became a month celebrating all types of love? Why not send Valentine’s cards to everyone, not just our sweetie, as we used to do in grade school? Ernest Dempsey, a.k.a. Karim Khan, our Man from Pakistan, sent me the…
Tanner, my 5-year-old-upstairs-neighbor, spotted me as I left of Freida Wheaton’s latest Salon 53 soiree. JGR: “I’m going to a party!” and swirled to show off my coral silk dress. Tanner: “What kind of party is it?” JGR: “The kind where you enjoy good hugs, good talk, and good food.” And, wiggling my fingers, off…
I’ve been reading an interesting book, Rapt: Attention and the Focused Life, by Winifred Gallaher. I’ve run across a great definition of reality: Reality is an intentional, first-person experience that you construct from the material of attention. I’m having a hard time contradicting this definition. Though reality, I know, has been defined in many other…
You’ll recall I received two dozen roses this Valentine’s Day. As it turns out, both bouquets were from one man, my sweetheart of yore, my dear-hearted friend of now, Daniel Holland, of Lake County in Northern California. As it turns out, Daniel ordered one dozen roses and Fortune multiplied his order by two. The arithmetic…
What if, indeed, as Buddhist say we are all mothers to one another (past-present-future)? How would that change your part of the world? 2)What are the stories of mothers you’ve known? Wikipedia agrees that Mother’s Day isn’t just about biological mother’s. It’s about nurturing. Mother’s Day is a celebration that honors mothers and motherhood, maternal…
Three years ago I was one of Yvonne Perry’s Writers in the Sky podcasts shortly after the publication of “Sightlines: A Poet’s Diary.” Today Yvonne and I chat again on her podcast about “Sightlines: A Family Love Story in Poetry and Music” showing the miles we’ve traveled since then. This was recorded in the hospital…
February is here, that month of hearts burning to burnish romantic love relationships. What if February became a month celebrating all types of love? Why not send Valentine’s cards to everyone, not just our sweetie, as we used to do in grade school? Ernest Dempsey, a.k.a. Karim Khan, our Man from Pakistan, sent me the…
I find it quite sad that voters are being “taken in” again by Karl Rove. God help us for the next 4 years. My husband and I had hoped to retire, but skyrocketing health care costs (with no help in sight) will keep us working until we die.
And the economy? I’m sure McCain will entrust his ol’ buddy Phil Gramm to fix that.