Category: Observations

  • Shared Silence

    Shared Silence In rereading a journal entry of many years ago I wrote with little editing, ‘that my husband of more than a half century went out the door this morning with little communication.  Though there was little talk, there was a communion of shared history in the house. I think that has replaced talking,…

  • In Thanksgiving. . .Because it is. . .

    Sometimes I look upon past work and see a new perspective, a new meaning.  And sometimes I cannot remember the person I was who wrote the poem or prose.  It is someone who has made up a portion of who I am and I bring her to the work I read today.  And I am…

  • With Knees Bent. . . .

      With Knees Bent. . . . There are those who  have learned the ways of the world but neglected to learn the lessons that might  have led to the same conclusions with understanding. ***** In the midst of agonies, there is the absurdity.  But to carry the absurdity past its point, belabors it. *****…

  • A Convocation of Saints . . .

      Not Fun and Games. . .but in communion . . My eldest in a conversation at one time spoke of the torture of those given knowledge in the inner journey.  He said there was no one with whom to share what has been given so they drag in nobility aspects of it.  He was…

  • There Is A Balance. . . lest we forget. . . .

      Too late we learn life holds the sharpest knife.  Cutting the loaf accordingly and with compassion passes the butter. Retribution for whatever deeds is a commonplace happening but there will always be those who think that the die is not cast by them.  They are and always have been.  That the intricasies of complex…

  • She Went To The Wedding. . . .

                                                             Emma E. with her Grandfather Hallissey So She Went To The Wedding. . . It was an evening affair.  Black and white attire requested if possible and Emma E. complied.  With a flower in her hair.  It was a union of hearts and arms resting about each other all evening.   An uncle was married…

  • Forever Is Happening Now. . .

    The miracle of life is that though we all hold different perspectives on everything,  each of us, beast or human,  we seem to hold an anchoring desire which is survival.  And that desire somehow is enough to keep us afloat for however long.  When we fail, we all fail and go down the tube together. …

  • A Peace of Mind. . . .

    It is not the mystery of  life which stunts man and does not beguile  him to further thought.  It is the work involved. ***** It is not easy for Wendy to become Tinkerbell in one fell swoop.  Not without destroying Peter Pan in that fell swoop. ***** Statistics are meant to sell beer and not…

  • Around The Bend. . .

      Today I sit in the midst of my birthday of 87 years.  It is quiet.  In rereading journals where I was told if you want a good book to read,  write it,  I am finding truth. Rarely do I remember if it was cereal for breakfast and therefore rereading the saga I wonder what…

  • A Mother’s Dictum—Eternity Is A Long Time. . . .

    Not often do I go back in time to relive something so intensely fierce that it can undo my mental health.  Yet I was driven to remember when I found our ten month son missing.  We were living in Tokyo at the time; my husband in the military. Our lodging was in an apartment near…