What little authority I might have to weigh in on the wisdom or folly of Scottish Independence is debatable. But I did live in Scotland for a year in 1977-78. I went to the Festival, studied at University of Edinburgh, traveled the Highlands and islands in search of stone circles, and taught for a while in Shetland. I drank …
Garden Report!
Gifts of the Garden: July Click on any photo for a larger image Beautiful Harvest photos Patrise Henkel
A Post for Peace – please spread it around
Yesterday morning a Facebook friend posted this, and I thought this sentiment should spread far and wide, so I am attempting to make it a meme. Please help me sent these thoughts across the multiverse. Reblog, rewrite, use the Fairy Gardens or add your own image of peace and healing, and please, please invite others to share. I'm tempted to …
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Alive Inside, the Power of Music
When my father was in Hospice in has last three days of life, he relaxed, grateful that no one was forcing him to eat or go to appointments. He dozed, phasing in and out of awakening. He heard a wisp of something and asked me: "What is that beautiful song?" I listened, and heard the strains …
Why Am I Here?
You are not here to maintain the status quo. You are not here to 'fit in.' You are not here to 'get by.' You are not here to be 'normal.' You are not here to be a consumer. You are not here merely to accumulate money and material possessions. You are not here to …
Always Weaving a New Story
Yesterday I did a cool one-day workshop called Storyweaving, which is a unique method of working our creative subconscious to reveal and retell the stories we live by. The workshop leader is Carol Burbank, my dear friend, and I've had the privelege of watching her grow as a teacher and healer (and I helped her …
Setting Sail into the Storm
One hundred years ago and only the old watermen would have known: a great storm is approaching. So late in the year, the lowering sky and restless wind could be chalked up to October’s moods. But in 2012 the Weather Channel blares the oncoming drama from every flatscreen. OK, I’ll confess: I’m right there with them, those eager meteorologists. This is their moment, and it’s the best reality show on TV, stealing the ratings from not only Real Housewives and Storage Wars, but the last gasps of the Presidential election. There’s good old Jim Cantore, knee-deep in surf, gamely reporting at the risk of his own dry socks. I love this stuff.
Footprints
For a Michigander, summer seems to last forever in the Southern Maryland. Of course, I've been preoccupied with the Big Move, but today, a fortnight past Equinox and I'm marveling: suddenly the forest has been glazed with transparent yellow. Leaves are floating to earth on the steady breeze off the river like a shower of golden …
Resistance to Change
I heard it took extra dynamite to destroy the foundations of the old Henkel Flour mills, when the Detroit riverfront docks were being renovated. It pleases me that my great-grandfather's legacy was so stubborn. Odd, since I so often want to smash the past and break that rigid shell of pretending we were all shiny …
