Now I am in my sixties and guess what? I have no interest in birthing anymore. Not surprisingly I have become more interested in death. Who would think it!
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Putting Isaac to Sleep
Dreams and spirits, maybe there is a heaven, let there be a heaven where you can move freely, hunt and leap.
The Cardinal Visits
On souls and the male cardinal that keeps throwing himself at my study window.
I’ll give you neuro diverse!
It has been hinted that I might be ADHD. Or have ADHD? Or some sort of condition that falls along the broad neuro diverse continuum?
‘Flu
Looking back as a an older parent, I see that it was a gift for all of us. For me to have an illness that could be cured by love and hot drinks.
The End of Openness
I tried in the last year to write about the things that bring me joy, and that worked for a while. It was nice to feel joy and spread joy. That's the only reason I ever wrote, to connect with others, to share. I like to 'share'.
Primer on Physics (1888)
The last paragraphs of the Primer, verbatim: "Conclusion: You have now learned what the electric current can do. How, in the first place, it can heat a fine wire through which is passes; how, secondly, it can decompose water and other compounds; how, thirdly, it can make a piece of soft iron into a powerful … Continue reading Primer on Physics (1888)
To you, my Friend
On a personal note, I do notice that anytime I write about my experience during the pandemic I lose your interest. You turn away and turn me off. It's funny because the original idea for this blog was that it be 'painfully about me'. I joked about it at the time. Why would I do … Continue reading To you, my Friend
The Spirit of Aging is Love
A young couple moved into our rural coastal neighborhood, and I wondered which older couple would adopt them. There is always one older couple that a younger couple depends on. This is a common relationship in our rural neighbourhood. People reach out to each other. When we are away from home, we create a new … Continue reading The Spirit of Aging is Love
Wonder
October 2022 The small spruce and burning bush that we planted in front of my study window have become substantial and gnarled, radiating out from their original plant, allowing for dead in the middle and providing empty hollows for bird nests. Through an open patch in the branches, I can see our small crab apple … Continue reading Wonder
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 