Below Freezing

I grew up in Colorado, and cold and snowy winters remain a huge part of my childhood memories. Ice skating was my favorite winter sport. One of my close friends lived on a lake close to our house, so I was able to spend time skating. I had blue skates with white fur at the…

Snakes and the Cosmos

I have a few blogs that I read daily–faithfully–or at least as often as the writers update them. Some of them are so interesting and well written, I can hardly wait for the next edition. In fact, that’s how it is for most of my favorites. You can see them in my blogroll in the…

Kindred Heart

This woman called me recently at 7:15 AM to tell me to look at the sunrise… “Sunrise” by JMW Turner My reaction? Now that’s a kindred heart.

The Ghost of You and The Ghost of Me, Celebrating a Birthday…

Dear reader, Gently, you come and go. I feel you everyday when I connect. I know you have been here. I feel you here. I notice that you have read certain posts and have ignored others; some you have read over and over.  Sometimes you leave a comment, a referrer line, or the wisp of a click. Sometimes…

Who Can Measure the Weight of a Word?

Jesse Jackson’s recent “off the record” comments into a hot mike are causing quite a stir. Many are saying he is no longer relavant. Many are criticizing him. He has apologized, but I bet he wished he could take those words back. Here’s the story. The truth is some words and the reaction they cause…

Awakenings

Divided by long, prosaic interludes, life is a series of awakenings. I don’t know about you, but I have had several “revelations” that have so desperately influenced me that they have divided my life into two parts: before and after. Sometimes awakenings have occured because of unexpected happenings; while at other times, the most mundane things have grabbed my attention and…

haiku: desert place

sparkling springs at home draw me from this desert place where I have wandered

Ancient Melody

Ancient Melody My grandmother grew up on a farm–one of twelve children– a school teacher of twelve grades in one room. As a student herself she studied math hard… because it was hard… so they told her. Many years later, she worked at H & R Block filing income taxes for others–way into her seventies–because she…

The Prickly Cactus of Ungratefulness

As a parent, one of the things I most appreciate is gratefulness from my daughter. I love to give and provide for her. That is in the DNA of parenting. In fact, I want to give and provide more and more. I love to bless her and see her smile. But an ungrateful heart can…

‘Fractured Fairy Tales’

Recently we had a group of friends over for a Shabbat celebration and meal. Someone mentioned the old program from “Rocky and Bullwinkle”… “Fractured Fairy Tales.” Well, I hadn’t thought about those cartoons for decades! And the idea flooded my heart and mind with a deluge of warm memories… sitting around the tv after school with my sisters and…