After some schooldays, my eight-year-old and ten-year old children burst into the house and wailed, “My teacher doesn’t like me,” or “My friends won’t eat with me,” or “Our class got into sooo much trouble for no reason!” How do we respond when our hearts break for our children as they carry their young angst? I didn’t know exactly, but I offered kind words. “Ugh, I’m sorry.” Or “That sounds hard.” I couldn’t fix what felt… Continue Reading
Aren’t we all lifelong learners, from books, from people, from experiences? When I learn from walking through life, I make notes. For example: A labyrinth taught me to trust the inner guidance from the still small voice within. So, I noted, (after the labyrinth story that follows): Quiet moments, or silent walks alone or together,… Continue Reading
Recently seeing a road sign, Stonewall Way: Dead End, evoked a memory of the New York City Stonewall Riots. At the Stonewall Inn in Greenwich Village, gay men and women gathered in safety, to dance, to connect. The Stonewall Inn provided a sense of I-am-not-alone, a place of refuge. Then, on June 28, 1969, police… Continue Reading
As a child, I lived in Falmouth, Maine but my heart grew up in Lewiston. My father’s parents had always lived there. Born there, my Dad attended Lewiston schools. My cousins, second cousins, aunts, great aunts, uncles, great uncles also lived in this mid-state city. I spent weekends at my grandparent’s home, smelling the taffy my… Continue Reading
I am hurting. I know I am not alone. We must do what we know to do today, resist reaching for what won’t help….brownie sundaes, 24/7 TV, too many details. Ground ourselves, find love, surround ourselves with it…people, animals, nature even if we just look out the window. I am staying in the house, but… Continue Reading
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