Today is the anniversary of the death of my father-in-law. I am pondering this morning how we felt on this day last year. His death was bitter, but there was sweetness in his expiration from this realm to the next. And there was and is much joy in the knowledge that he is in heaven, and we will…
haiku: season of hope
Pontormo’s “Visitation” -famous mothers, Elizabeth and Mary mothers carried seeds of change in their wombs, the whole world waited in hope
That Gnawing Emptiness…
Here we are standing thigh-deep in glittering red and green–or in my case, the glittering white of the season. It’s not going away for a couple more weeks–it will only intensive. Love or loathe it, Christmas celebration is part of the cultural life-cycle that spins our immediate world. Lights, sparkle, candles, scents, ribbons, baking, colors–all of…
Put to Shame
Put to Shame Once I dreamed of a handsome prince… then you came–stronger and kinder– all of my dreams put to shame.
Still Searching for Sarah…
She beat Brangelina, Heath Ledger, Joe Biden, and even Barak Obama. She endured scathing critism and ultimately lost the election, Still… everyone is searching for Sarah. She tops the Google search in 2008. Curiosity about Sarah Palin has not died down, and it does not seem “out of sight, out of mind” applies in this case.
The Pink Bombshelter
A dank and moldy smell rose as I descended the dark stairwell of the bombshelter. I pulled my scarf tighter around my face and nose as the air grew colder and more musty. I found the belly of the underground refuge filled with flickering candles, laughter, Christmas goodies, and faces from many countries: Germany, Switzerland, Argentina, Romania, America,…
Plastic Shine
The Candles and lights of Christmas have been the backdrop for most of my special seasonal memories. Those hours spent at home with family–the smells of cinnamon and spice rising from the oven while cookies bake, wrappping gifts with holiday songs filling the house, and finally ripping into those shiny gifts under the tree on…
Mongolian Mountain Climbing in Slippers
It seems I went to Ulaanbaantar, Mongoila, at 3:10 AM in my slippers. No, I wasn’t dreaming or sleep walking… but I was there. And it is interesting since I have talked a lot in my spiritual journey about going to Mongolia. In fact, my husband and I have a joke about being buried in…
haiku: funeral dance
blown before the wind brittle brown leaves dancing at their own funeral dirge
haiku: scatters darkness
there is a candle that searches the deep places scatters the darkness
Bonnie Saul Wilks 