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Wordless Wednesday: Playing Science
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Might Be Good For Something-itis
The handle came off the kettle this morning: My husband said, “Maybe this would be a good time to get that electric kettle we’ve been talking about [for the last several years, on account of electric kettles are more efficient, I’ve heard.]” “Sure,” I said. “But I think I’ve got a handle that will do…
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Temporary Solutions
My life is filled with temporary solutions. “I’ll just put this here until…” It is amazing how much time can pass with a bookshelf tucked into a corner until I decide where to actually place it. How many years can go by while we attempt to save enough money to replace the thing that is…
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Reasoning towards peace
If there is to be peace in the world, There must be peace in the nations. If there is to be peace in the nations, There must be peace in the cities. If there is to be peace in the cities, There must be peace between neighbors. If there is to be peace between neighbors,…
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Just… practice.
A couple of years ago, in a moment of frustration/inspiration, I grabbed a permanent marker and wrote on the wall in my sunroom. “Life is Practice,” I reminded myself. I was in the middle of parenting, writing, partnering, thinking about the meaning of it all, and trying to make time for practice in the midst…
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On Genius, Enlightenment and The Voices
There is a Buddhist fable about a traveller who arrives at an enlightened sage. “Please, master,” he says. “Please. I want to know how to become enlightened.” “Are you sure?” asks the sage. “Oh, yes. Absolutely.” “Are you willing to go through whatever it takes?” “Anything. I’ll do anything.” The sage looked him in the…
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Dancing into the Future
I don’t know what comes next. I mean, I really have no idea what I’m going to do. There will be things that I’ve started (raising kids, building the greenhouse, making the beer) that need finishing. (And by “finishing,” I mean, “continued commitment over a period of days-to-months-to-years-to-TheRestOfMyLife without which all previous effort is wasted”) …
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After Loch Ness
I read a short story this week about an utterly conventional and dull fellow who found himself hiking in the “wilds of Scotland” (his complaint, having been forced to go for a walk by his new wife while on their winter honeymoon). At the end of the story, while watching the sun set, they see…
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Poem: Grown-up School
Grown-Up School “I must have missed this day,” I think, Trying to coax sugar-water, Peanut butter, Mashed banana into my daughter’s sick Rat. I think that, sometimes. Maybe a sick day cost me The essential knowledge of How to find my Right Life, Retrieve my missing Socks, or Live with the consequences of Breaking someone’s…
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The Coffee Bean Limit
“Il n’y a pas d’amour, il n’y a que des preuves d’amour*.” – Jean Cocteau The first thing you need to know is that he doesn’t drink coffee. In fact, he secretly (or not so secretly, depending on his mood) considers my dependence upon the substance a sign of moral weakness. So I don’t know…
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Don’t Link to Your Blog. Ever.
(Anita: Don’t read this. It’ll just piss you off. This warning is only for Anita. And it’s only on account of you don’t want me to worry so much what other people think. I don’t think it is a generally pissing-off kind of post.) I have recently started hanging out a fair amount on Google+.…