Infinity vignette.
When I dipped my hand deep into her ashes, they were cool to the touch, like the beach on a cloudy day, or like a sand table that sits in the shade or in a psychiatrists’s office, awaiting a patient, perhaps a young one, to make meaning of their life …
Eulogy for a friend.
Eulogy for Laurie Foley 12 March 2016 by Patti Digh When you stand at the edge of the Grand Canyon, it is huge and deep and wide, and awe-inspiring. And then you take a photo of it, as most people do, to validate your presence there. But when you get …
Words to live by.
I am taking the rest of this week and the weekend off to celebrate the life of my dearly departed friend, Laurie Foley, as she is laid to rest. As I go, let me share with you her business and life manifesto. Words to live by, and words that she …
poetry wednesday : beyond the limits of your longing
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like a flame and make big shadows …
Sunday Sounds : The voice of Harper Lee
Go here to listen to a rare interview from 1964 with Harper Lee about the writing of “To Kill A Mockingbird,” her thoughts on the South, and her attitudes toward writing in general.
The first night is the hardest.
The First Night The worst thing about death must be the first night. —Juan Ramón Jiménez Before I opened you, Jiménez, it never occurred to me that day and night would continue to circle each other in the ring of death, but now you have me wondering if there …
Thinking Thursday : Your Life is Tetris, not Chess
Things I have found in my wanderings around the web this week that I think you might want to read and think about–or do something about. MIND Your life is Tetris. Stop playing it like chess: “Chess also introduced the idea of the “other”. Black versus white. Our school versus theirs. …
I am waiting for someone I love, to die.
I am waiting for someone I love, to die. It is an extraordinarily difficult liminal space in which to be living these last weeks, in part because it takes place in the context of life going on – my cardiac rehab has begun, Felix is deciding to go back to …
poetry wednesday : we thought fingers in dirt meant it was our dirt.
The Tradition Jericho Brown Aster. Nasturtium. Delphinium. We thought Fingers in dirt meant it was our dirt, learning Names in heat, in elements classical Philosophers said could change us. Star Gazer. Foxglove. Summer seemed to bloom against the will Of the sun, which news reports claimed flamed hotter On this …
Change your verbs, change your life : the -ing matters.
Tolerating, maintaining, doubting, arguing, hating. Embracing, nurturing, believing, inquiring, loving. In which of these realities would you rather live? Which one feels best in your body? When we change our verbs, we significantly change our lives. I’ve known this for a long time, and have written books about it, and …
