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 #5

Day ? of the plague. A wild storm blew through this afternoon, not caring a bit for our little concerns, even so. A dear friend put everything aside to care for a very difficult elderly relative, in spite of everything. Oh, the irony of this Plague at Passover. I’m not Jewish, but I honor the…

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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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The First Cathedral, With Angels

It’s Easter Sunday morning and I am sitting behind my house, near the liminal space marking the border between the garden and the Wild Wood. I am watching for the foxes. The vixen and her three kits. For several years a family of foxes has taken up residence in the complicated, many-entranced den where once…

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In Which I Mourn a Small (?) Life

I’m not sure many people are going to identify with this, but I lost a friend today. Not a human friend. Not even a mammal friend… but a little snake. He felt masculine to me, and so I named him Otisssss. He lived in and around our pond for five years and I came to…

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Healing Outside the Spotlight

Ah, Jian Ghomeshi. Ah, New York Review of Books. Quite the little buzz they’ve got going this week. I can’t figure out what either of them was thinking by publishing Ghomeshi’s self-serving essay, which, if you feel like, you can read here. It did get me thinking about redemption, which I believe in, and reconciliation…

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Alice McDermott's THE NINTH HOUR and her magic mirror

I recently read Alice McDermott’s brilliant book, THE NINTH HOUR, about which NPR said: “The Ninth Hour begins with a suicide. The aftermath is handled with indisputable authority by a nun who works with the sick and poor, Sister St. Saviour, who arranges both a funeral for the dead man and a future for his pregnant…

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