Not feeling morbid, but still musing on “this pesky attachment to life” *

In the Phoenix summertime, without sunscreen (it didn’t exist back then) I would tan “brown as a berry”, 1950s-style version of good health.  I was six, eight, then ten. I loved moving close to the earth, somersaults & cartwheels, and I loved being airborne when I danced and did  arabesques or grand jete’s. Or those … Continue reading Not feeling morbid, but still musing on “this pesky attachment to life” *

Weaving my cloth… “You know what everybody needs? You want to put it in a single word? Everybody needs to be understood.” Sherwin Nuland

 I have been weaving my cloth for a long time.  Sometimes intentionally, sometimes on automatic pilot.  It’s one of those things we humans do. The errors in my weave are monumental. But, still, the cloth holds. Being able to see so much beauty in the cloth of others, I know there is a particular beauty in … Continue reading Weaving my cloth… “You know what everybody needs? You want to put it in a single word? Everybody needs to be understood.” Sherwin Nuland