at the still point, there the dance is  ~ T. S. Elliott   The word stillness comes from the Middle English, stillnesse for tranquility, peace, security. It’s paradoxical to think of dancing in stillness, but isn’t that what many of us are doing now? It’s been a month of social isolation for me, my husband…

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one restless night I woke thirsty      itchy   wings grew out of my shoulders   silly girl, she said turtles don’t have wings oh yes they do   my shell is heavy my legs are slow   but when the moon is full, I sprout my wings and fly far away remembering desire…

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  I’ve been in a transition phase (again). Last month I answered Bri Saussy’s journal prompt from her Book of Hours, “What can I stop pretending to be/do?” I wrote that I need to stop pretending that I have an online business because I don’t. I can stop pretending I’m writing a book because I’m…

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A portal connects points in time. Was I was inspired by Marie Kondo videos or did planetary aspects motivate me? Mountains of boxes cluttering the guest room closet pushed me over the edge. I reached the point of zero tolerance and pulled out the first box. A box of memories filled with pictures, letters, cards,…

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Creative expression, whether that means writing, dancing, bird-watching, or cooking, can give a person almost everything that he or she has been searching for: enlivenment, peace, meaning, and the incalculable wealth of time spent quietly in beauty. ~ Anne Lamott   The empty page. A blank canvas. Knitting needles and a ball of yarn. Fabric and thread.…

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