-
The magic of the season
When I sat down to rest for the first time tonight, I was struck by how miraculous life is. It’s been a long week of sickness, worrying about a few people who aren’t doing as well as I’d like, wishing I had the same kind of powers the people in my books do. I could…
-
Art and Science
Another day where I look through my inbox and discover bad news for someone. It happens almost every day, in one way or another. Part of doing what I do is to listen, ask questions, and find clues. I think it’s fitting that Sherlock Holmes was created by a doctor, because I often feel like…
-
The gifts we bring
Today left me musing about the sometimes meager changes I bring for those around me. I deal with sickness and loss, love and life on the small scale, every day. Some days, I feel as though I’ve chipped away a tiny corner, shedding the scales from the layers that life glues on us all Other…
-
Lest we forget
No matter where I am, what I’m doing, what’s been going on in my life, Today is a day that gives me pause, Reminds me of how many people have given their lives so that I can live in the luxury of a country where I’m not worried about my basic human rights. This isn’t…
-
Gratitude
Today’s word is gratitude. It’s funny, because I think about this concept often. I’d like to say I think about being grateful everyday, but I’m far from a saint. Some days I feel bitter and evil inside, and wish people would just go away and leave me alone. In fact, I still sometimes feel like…
-
I love you, you’re perfect, now change
Sometimes when I think about the day, I feel a great sigh of release. Especially on fridays, I’m full of relief that another week has been successfully navigated, with all its obligations and hours somehow fulfilled. It’s late. I’ve just returned from Stage West, a dinner theatre that we have season tickets to. We bought…
-
The dark
Cloaked in darkness, Swirling in the night. Doubts creep out, unafraid of the light. Like vampires they lurk, gliding on air. Tyrants of thought, opressors of care. Burdened by unknowing desperate for relief, oblivious to goodness, overwhelmed by their grief. Tamping it down only works for awhile. Inevitably it bursts forth, tired of it’s exile.…
-
The last
One lonely leaf Drifts down, Gently settling On the ground Slowly it fades Into its peers, Orange turning brown Until it disappears Once bright green It’s life is past, come full circle Death arrives at last