I subscribe to a daily poetry post created by Joe Riley. It’s called Panhala. Because the poems he selects, so often speak to me personally, I find it a good way to start my day. And yesterday to my amazement, the poem to start my day was one of my own about my brother David who builds and rebuilds wooden boats:Read More
The first time I saw a Cirque de Soleil performance I was blown away. The beauty of it. The gymnastic skill. The use of colors. The silk ropes. A whole new world.
The second time I saw them I was in Las Vegas for work and saw a performance of Love, a spectacular enthralling experience built around music by the Beatles. It was so amazing I knew it would be worth a second trip to Las Vegas (a city I don't enjoy) just to see it again.
These circus performers were different than those in the traditional circus. And it brought to mind the Greenhouse movement in the field of care for frail elders. The Greenhouses look unlike a traditional nursing home. They are managed by a Shabazim, a person whose role that breaks all the traditions of the older care models--by creating a small homelike setting with a "homemaker" who provides care and connection.Read More
The dog with the ear-buds, eyes closed, in seeming ecstasy, absolutely stopped me in my tracks. It was a picture on the cover of a journal (Heaven only knows I don’t need more journals—I have beautiful ones already, and I produce journals for other people). I was on a mission getting ready for a program this coming week, cruising through Staples with a list of office supplies in my hand. The dog with the ear-buds was not on the list. I couldn’t leave the store without the picture of that dog, eyes closed, completely engrossed in listening.Read More
Recently I was co-facilitating a weekend retreat at Pendle Hill on the theme of The Undivided Life. My co-facilitator, Carol Kortsch had brought along a collection of natural materials from woods and garden—items that are beautiful even in the winter, simple, natural. Rocks. Branches. A turtle shell (her favorite). And a complex twist of roots and twigs bleached out into a single piece of driftwood. That was my favorite.Read More