Even So …. #12

Day ? of the pandemic. I finished a wonderful book this morning. THE OLD WOMAN AND THE RIVER, by Ismail Fahd Ismali, a brilliant Kuwaiti writer, immensely respected in the Arab world. I’ll share the back of the book quote with you, and if you read it you’ll see why: “As the war between Iran…

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Even So ..#10

Day ? of the pandemic. A friend I haven’t seen in 35 years reached out to me from an island off the coast of British Columbia. So much to celebrate about her wonderful life, in spite of everything. A friend’s daughter who has suffered a terrifying health crisis was embraced by a circle of caring…

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Even So … #9

Day ? of the pandemic. The fish in the pond are grateful for fresh, clean water, even so. My puppers was delighted to hang out with the wonderful guys from Allquatics who came to clean our wee pond, in spite of everything. I woke up in the middle of the night, which meant I got…

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Even So…#8

Day ? of the pandemic. The storms roll in, tornado warnings and flooding, devastation for so many in the south, although you’d think plagues would be enough, and everyone pitches in to help, even so. And when the storms rolled out, the sun returned, the grass was crystal-speckled and the air smelled of grass and…

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Even So…#4

On day ? of the plague: The full moon offered her silver energy to my open arms last night, even so. Lightning lit up the sky in the witching hour, a display full of wonder, in spite of everything. The bread didn’t rise, but thanks to a friend’s recipe, the tontons were delicious, even so.…

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Even so…. #1

I’ve lost count of how long this pandemic has been going on. But, remembering the words of Raymond Carver, who wrote, “Did you get wanted what you wanted from this life, even so?”, I ask and will keep asking, was this day a miracle, even so? In spite of everything, I drew a deep breath…

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Even so?

My new book, which I anticipate will be published in the spring of 2021, deals with the challenge of loving difficult people. It’s called Even So, which comes from this final poem by Raymond Carver: And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To…

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