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Sunday's Thought


“The life pouring through us, pumping our heart and breathing through our lungs, did not begin at our birth or conception. Like every particle in every atom and molecule of our bodies, it goes back through time to the first splitting and spinning of the stars.” —Joanna Macy

Heart's Desire



Chip has been away, visiting his mother and cycling down south. He's on weather hold now waiting to fly up from Juneau, and if that doesn't workout he'll ride the ferry that arrives from Juneau around 3 tomorrow morning. The regular weekend ferry has been broken down, and the weather has been horrendous for flying, what with all the snow, but it's pretty to look at.

Sunday's Thought


"When our intention is to do good for others, and we nurture that intention, we can have faith, that in some way, often unknown to us, it ripples out."- Sharon Salzberg in her book, Faith.



Hmm. Mindful or Mind Too Full?

Blame it on the sunshine, or blame it on Manic March. But I showed up a day early for a funeral this weekend and a day early for a writing workshop today. When I told my dog walking pal she said, "Better early than late."  I also almost missed a borough meeting last night because my garage door was frozen shut. Luckily my son-in-law was home and gave me a ride. (Chip is away. I have been on a self-guided writing retreat. At home.) 

Sunday's Thought

"Belief isn't always easy.

But this much I have learned-

if not enough else-

to live with my eyes open-- "   From Mary Oliver's poem, "In the Storm"




Sunday's Thought

"You shall love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart."- W.H. Auden

My favorite lessons are from Matthew's gospel. Blessed are the meek,  blessed are the peacemakers, and let your shine in the darkness, pray in private, don't act all holy and good, and the big one: love your neighbor as yourself. "Neighbor" meaning everyone, basically. Even the jerks. And that is the tricky, and yet most crucial part of being a Christian, isn't it? Which is why I love this verse about my crooked heart, from my fellow Episcopalian, poet W.H. Auden.

Learning to Surf

So , I went to Hawaii and learned to surf. Sort of. Not on a board in the ocean like my son the real surfer does, but in my head. I'm still a beginner, but it's a start at least.

 I decided not to work at all- that is write-- which some people don't think is work anyway-- and to be honest, it isn't, in the same way digging a ditch is, or being an ER nurse, or a teacher.

Time for a Vacation

I'm off to a warm beach. With my daughter and two grandchildren. (Someone has to babysit.) I will be back in about ten days with a full report and pictures.In the meantime, there is a lot to keep you glowing here in Haines. Well, sort of. "Frozen in Time" is the unfortunate title of the Arts Council film being shown Thursday at 7pm in the Chilkat Center.



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