Transformational Travel, otherwise known as: My Hero Journey While Traveling in Italy and How I Found My Way Home.
My mom was certainly a product of the time and the place in which she was raised. But she wasn’t restrained by it. By the 1970’s she was a vocal advocate against racism. Prejudices run deep, but then CAN be overcome.
A new friend recently gifted me with the book, Between Silence and Light: Spirit in the Architecture of Louis I. Kahn, by John Lobell. I vaguely knew about Kahn. He is the subject of the 2003 documentary, My Architect, and he designed the Kimball… Continue Reading “Honor the Material”
“The place where you are standing is holy ground” (Exodus 3:5) There is a saying that the body is a temple, usually referred to when considering what we consume or the activities in which we engage. But what about where our body temple resides?… Continue Reading “Holy Home”
“Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.” – Anne Bradstreet (Puritan Colonialist, poet, mother of eight, (1612-1672) When I was growing up, kids were allowed to play outside unsupervised. In fact, it was the norm. Even the expectation. No questions asked.… Continue Reading “Winter Memories and Home”
As a diversion from current events, I’ve been rereading The Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff (ã 1982). I think we could all use a dose of Pooh these days. As well as a spoonful of honey. And a Daoist perspective on living in… Continue Reading “Pooh and Finding the Way Home”
Beds, and bedrooms, can be a holy place – an axis mundi, where heaven and earth meet. Perhaps what most of us could use more of these days is more time in our beds.
The role of the Father—at least archetypally—is to encourage the child to leave home, to have an adventure and discover a new world for themselves. He prepares the child to become an adult and find home separate from Mom.
Mazie, my 11pound Terrier mix, had 5 puppies during Covid19 quarantine. Here are two of the girls.
Introducing the two boys of Mazie’s litter.
Being present at birth is an amazing experience. And when something goes wrong, it is absolutely terrifying. Here’s the story of my foster dog’s five puppies being born, and the one that almost didn’t survive.