a glimpse of my authentic life
In a recent conversation with one of my closest soul sisters on this journey, we wound up sharing stories about bizarre relationships from our young years. We both had “stories.” What came to mind for me was an unusual interaction that began when I was fifteen in 1961. As details of this challenging time came back to me, I remembered that I had actually written a…
At the end of October, my sister and niece (my nephew’s wife) came to visit for the first time in a long while. I hadn’t seen Fran, my sister, in over six years, my niece Jodi in over eighteen years. They all live in Colorado now. I’m in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of Asheville, NC. Since I live alone, in a relatively small place…
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…
Yesterday was the Fourth of July, a day to celebrate freedom. Here, in Asheville, NC, it poured rain for hours, the kind of hard, wide-streamed deluge that soaked the ground in seconds, flooded roads, bent fields of flowers, induced electricity to flicker dangerously close to completely shutting down. I stayed in all day, mostly reading, a little disheartened that I had not been called this week to the writer’s retreat for which I was on a cancellation list.