My son’s daily insistence on the wear of his red rubber boots is fitting. Less than two and a half years navigating the gravity of this planet and already he is fierce in stomping out…
Browsing Category 200 words
on hypnobirthing
(My hypnobirthing doula from my first pregnancy/birth asked me for a quote on my experience…) They refer to it as “hypno” but I think “mindful birthing” would be more fitting. Yes, the meditations and affirmations…
on the peripheries of death
Chipmunks and small birds flit beyond the shoulder of death. My father would interrupt my clumsy cobbling of life-memory-love professions with a chuckle and point to the antics of the tiny, striped, tumbling acrobatics in…
my own footsteps
When I was 7, I’d rally a small neighborhood troop, To carve a tunnel through the blackberry bramble. Lift the warmed wooden lids off garden snake traps. Part overhead golden grasses in search of field…
seeking a mindful minute
I’m remembering, The unwritten life is fast food eaten standing up. A mindless conveyor motion of bits to mouth. Yet the primary ingredient of memory, I’m certain, is reflection. And the unwritten is the unreflected….
domestic love crumbs
MY CHILD’S CRY STIRS ME FROM BED. After he’s soothed, I crawl back under the cooled covers and just barely register the time on the clock: 5:30am. But my brain has already stirred and my…