Our people

I’ve lost a lot of very good people to this truth. But first, I lost myself. Because we’re not born into the education about how to flow with the growth of our own life. We’re born into the construct of the five senses, and instructed to bow to the mores of a society which we’re … Continue reading Our people

Sweet love of mine

What a dream I had, pressed in organdy, clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy, softer than the rain, Was what I started singing last night after taking my youngest to the craft store so she could make a card to thank her favorite coffee shop for their ever-present kindness. What a dream I had, sung … Continue reading Sweet love of mine

Muh Earl

Some pics belie the tenderness behind them. Because when I met introverted Earl--whose history included the passing of his former owner, the relatives for whom did not find new homes for his cats and Earl was put on the street--his eyes seemed almost too sad to overcome the emotional hesitation. And as a pet sitter, … Continue reading Muh Earl

Finding home

  Pics of George and I during his full-service snuggle sessions complete with hug, tender paw to face AND nose, with capstone experience to include rolling over on my lap, gazing into my eyes, and listening to me talk about my shit.  (from 9/2018) *** I turned 50 years old on October 1, 2018. I’ve … Continue reading Finding home

Recalibrating

And I didn’t want my face to be puffy—and don’t like to upset the animals—but I was crying as I took this first picture. For various reasons that day, I couldn’t hold back the ocean and—as Killian and Smudge moved about their deck—painted my face with loneliness and afternoon sun. And science says tears carry … Continue reading Recalibrating