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A Love Thing
It is one of those 4 A.M. nights and my “blog” time is up, so I might as well go with what is upon me. After all, isn’t a blog really just a diary gone public; everyone putting their two cents in for all the world to see? Just the word “blog,” can make me cringe, and I did resist this whole idea at first. Now, each time the month rolls around, I...
Let’s Get Lost
Earlier this week I had a session with one of my clients, and it was one of those special moments when as she unfolded and came alive, I became enlivened as well. This is a sixty-year old woman, who has been my client for a number of years. She is a survivor of breast cancer, a mother of a twenty-six year old daughter, and the wife of a husband...
Dying with Innocence
How does one move into the acceptance of death, when hope has been the sustaining force of life? The question is upon me at this moment after hearing the news that someone close to my heart, in years and shared existence, has been told that her cancer is incurable and nothing more can be done. This woman, otherwise young and vital through every...
Connected for Life
The other day I was having a conversation with a friend about the recent film, “The Ides Of March”. We talked about the cutthroat business of politics and the all too realistic portrayal in the story line. Loss of innocence, ego jousting and primal survival tactics were all at play. Later on in the day however, I began to see something...
The Moviegoer
The “willing suspension of disbelief,” is a phrase I have always associated with movie going. And I have been a moviegoer and a movie watcher, since I can barely remember. Like Binx Bolling, the protagonist in Walker Percy’s novel The Moviegoer, I found re-enforcement by identifying with movie characters. In fact, they...
Starry Night
“I have… a terrible need… shall I say the word?… of religion. Then I go out at night and paint the stars.” Vincent van Gogh
It was a moonless night and I laid in the balmy August air on a sandy beach, watching and waiting passively for the stars to show themselves to me. Not unlike waiting for the...











