Being

The white canvas, the blank page, the silence, well, they can be either intimidating and frustrating or exciting and invigorating. Freshness? Or emptiness? And then we realize, the space is already meaningful. Even shadows are something- much like small gestures on a silent mouth. Just “being” carries meaning.

Babies Know More Than They Can Remember

  We’re in KC spending time with our daughter and her family and we welcome a new little grand love into the world. As I hold this new little angel, I dream about the possibilities  of her life. As I watch our little “almost 2” year old grandson play, I realize he has no memories of…

Waiting on Lennon Jane

  Dearest little Lennon Jane, It looks like today will be the day we get to see your sweet face. Knowing you will arrive makes me look around and think about what’s right in the world and what really matters. I want the best for you. “Love matters”, that’s the phrase that seems to surface…

The Roses Made Me Do It

  I’m trying to curb the habit of apologizing. (gasp) I know. I know. Apologies are menders, fixers, peace-makers. I agree. But sometimes we apologize not because we’ve done something wrong, but because we’re different or seen as odd or strange. Sometimes we (I) live in an apologetic mindset because we don’t value who we are and what we…

A Moment Tangled in Mystery

  I watched it over and over The invitation to rest repeated with each crashing wave Peaceful, powerful, calm, intense Mesmerizing, hopeful, melancholy and soothing I watched the motion unfold like my life on display And something in the “slow motion” version punctuated my happiness and sadness, making me smile with sad eyes This is…

The Missing Scientist

  “What we do not know about a missing loved one,” the poet T.S. Eliot said, “becomes all that we know.” On Sunday, January 28, 2007, during a short solo sailing trip to the Farallon Islands near San Francisco to scatter his mother’s ashes, Jim Gray (a prominent computer scientist) and his 40-foot yacht, Tenacious,…