When we arrived in Santa Fe from Vermont last July and walked into our newly leased home, the heavens celebrated with a hail shower that completely whitened the ground. It was the first and last such shower during the eleven months New Mexico was our home together. (Lissa already a thirty-year New Mexican; I the […]
My guru says don’t be shy about getting in God’s face. You’re His child, after all. Hat-in-hand is no way to approach your parent. Demand what serves your noblest aspirations. So I say: G, I’ve boiled it down. I need two things to feel the path I’m traveling is blessed.
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My beloved’s suicide plus 18 months. The word is not the thing, and all I can give you is words. Seemingly never-ending new depths in the ocean of surrender. Familiar after familiar revealed as ephemeral. Perhaps it’s a feeling one has as death of the body approaches. Only for me it isn’t
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Today I enter year 78. Sixteen months and a day after my beloved’s departure. Not three weeks in my new home. Last night I was guided to watch “This is It,” the documentary of the three-month rehearsal of what was to be the capstone tour of Michael Jackson’s career, which of course didn’t occur because
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I felt a small bug crawling on my back inside my t-shirt. Tick, I feared, whipping an arm over my shoulder. Only one finger could reach far enough to extract the creature expediently. A procedure it did not survive. Turns out it was a ladybug. I apologized that my lack of composure led to
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A friend is helping me “re-home” many belongings as I dramatically downsize the physical accouterments of my life in preparation for taking up residence in the new tiny monastery the bank and I jointly own. Among them is the first real bed my beloved and I purchased over 40 years ago. At that time, it
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