Luminations

a glimpse of my authentic life

The Tao of Water

The Tao of Water

Although I may not relish the thought of being submerged in water, I love being around water, and it somehow seemed in sync with my life theme that week that Mingtong chose Chapter 8 of the Tao Te Ching to present that Saturday. As he had been doing, he offered his own literal and intuitive…

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Buying A Car: The Good, The Bad, and The Bizarre

Buying A Car: The Good, The Bad, and The Bizarre

A couple of weeks ago, my dear friend Carolyn went with me to look at a couple of cars I was considering. I didn’t really intend to buy anything that day, but the great beneficent universe had other plans for me. Let me begin by telling you a little about Carolyn, because she’s my hero…

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The Force of July

The Force of July

My goal has been to post on this blog twice a month, but for the last few months, this hasn’t been going so well. In May and June I only posted once, and not until the next to the last day of each month. And now, in July, I find myself in the same dilemma. In part this happens when personal challenges — physical, emotional, mental/spiritual — come up with certain intensity, the consequences (and potential gifts, I tell myself) on a path of self-discovery…

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Reconnection

Reconnection

It’s been a long time since I’ve had anyone to watch and talk about films with. Decades ago, I hosted a Cinéma Soirée group one Sunday a month, where about six or seven of my women friends got together chez moi to watch a film and share a sumptuous pot luck afterwards. I would choose the film, prepare interesting info about the actors or director…

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A Letting Go and A Reclaiming

A Letting Go and A Reclaiming

A couple of months ago, on the phone with a dear writerfriend, somehow a poem that I had written in 1998 came up in the conversation. It’s called The Lady of the Lake. I had brought it to the very first writers workshop I attended, which is where I met this sister-of-the-heart. Even though at the time I didn’t consider myself a poet—I was workshopping my novel…

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