Grief is a sacred journey

My Land and Home

Remembering Where We Belong

68 “Only from such a place of loss and longing can we begin remembering ourselves home.”                                 ~Toko-pa Turner, Belonging: Remembering Ourselves Back

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When the Bluebirds Fledged

143 1 Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall, and falling, they’re given wings. ―Rumi. In April, the female claimed the nesting box closest to my house, just down the

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6 Ways to Invite Love to a Death Anniversary

615 2 “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within  yourself that have been built against it.” ~Rumi On June 3, the ninth anniversary of my husband

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The Delicate Dance between Mother and Crone

272 111 My son Anthony sent a text last week. “Leaving San Francisco now.” Their move to rural New York had been planned for many months, so that was no surprise. I wanted to write back: “Watch out

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Gardening is a Spiritual Practice

214 2 3 We walked through a maze of flowered paths in Montreux, Switzerland. My husband Vic rolled a ball with our young son David so I could talk with Paul Brunton, the elderly philosopher we’d come to visit. In

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How is a Buddhist Monk like a Butterfly?

122 81 2 I don’t grasp the subtleties of Buddhist philosophic teachings or understand the mechanics of flight, but I know the beauty of a Korean monk opening his heart and a Fritillary opening her golden wings. I touch inner stillness

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Planting Life at a Time of Sorrow

333 My brother Jim seemed steady and a little stronger last week. There was talk of releasing him from the hospital to rehab, so I drove seven hours home to deal with what I’d left behind. I

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Solo on a Bench Built for Two

208 1 “We’ll sit here in the afternoon sun when we’re old and too tired to walk,” Vic said when we designed a deck with a two-person bench shielded from the wind. “We’ll watch sunsets here.” He

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Wild Nights: 2015

119 A New Year’s gift of night skies and poems of joy and hope. Photos labeled “at home” were taken on my hill on the east side of Seneca Lake in the New York Finger Lakes. In 1972, my

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Unintended Consequences, Unexpected Gifts

32 164 First the old car had to be replaced, the one Vic and I bought before he got sick. Then the kitchen drain clogged and flooded the floor. Water dripped through the pine boards to the cellar.

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