Musings . . .

on the passing scene

In Honor of the Children

Dear People, This video was made in 2007 after Vivien Feyer and Jeff Ritterman brought these children’s drawings back from Iran. The children, after suffering greatly at the hands of misguided grown-ups, expressed their longings for peace gorgeously and movingly....

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We’re All In This Together

for Roger

Last week when I was glued to YouTube watching the Royal wedding and then, seeing the new film about Pope Francis, I realized that millions of people around the world were focusing on both these events more or less simultaneously. Our collective energy field was raised by strong, positive emotion as so many of us were witnessing both a bi-racial royal marriage and the joyous welcoming of a warm-hearted Pope all over the world.

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Course Corrections

Like everyone else, I am horrified by where we’ve got to as a society and species, our ‘new normal’ including madmen who make the nation’s policies, an electorate who are willing to vote for them and young people with guns killing one another in schoolyards and...

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Fun At The Races

I’m stuck! I just learned that both my favorite nephew and my beloved grandson, who live in different states, have inadvertently scheduled their weddings on the same day! What to do? The fact is I have no idea: one is the son of my son, the other the son of my...

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Healing The Demons

for James

For the last thirty years, my friend Arisika and I have been meeting weekly in my studio to experiment with improvised movement and theater as a healing modality. After a warm-up of free movement and sound that leads us into a light trance, we then perform spontaneous pieces for one another that explore the hard truths of our human condition. Our purpose is to reach for self-honesty, digging deep into the unconscious where our raw shadows and our breathtaking beauty reside, revealing our best and our worst to one another without shame.

Essentially it is energy work, a profound healing process that requires mutual trust and love. I bless Arisika for being my partner in this, and for being a deep friend of the heart all these many years.

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Ordinary Miracles

I have a recurring dream in which I discover another room in my house. The new room is either off the kitchen or behind a back bedroom, and I’m always surprised I’d never noticed it before. These dreams often feel like wake-up calls – what have I been missing that’s...

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To Be Or Not To Be

This bug making its way around town is a persistent one – as soon as the cough simmers down, the nausea starts in and when that’s over, it’s sore-throat time. It’s been a month of this smorgasbord, sapping my strength for everything but naps and Irish novels. I‘m slowing way down to an enforced stillness and am noticing the wisdom in this; it’s like a meditation in which I am aware of every little thing, especially my own short human life on earth.

It is frightening to look too closely because for myself and everyone alive in the world right now ‘every little thing’ includes so much that is horrific and more dire than we can imagine, and much we dare not even begin to imagine.

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Diverse Blessings

In Memoriam, Burton Heda, M.D.

Down at the Bay early this morning, the duck congregation was out on the water – buffleheads and Grebes, canvasbacks and ruddy ducks – their many-colored plumage reflecting bright on calm water as they drifted by. The walkers and joggers were out too, equally colorful in magenta shorts and orange headbands, hijabs and burqas. One young woman, in full head-scarf and skirts down to her shoes, greeted me with a bright ‘Good morning’ as she jogged past, going at a good clip even in her full skirts.

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Letting Go

“I must be willing to give up what I am, in order to become what I will be.” A. Einstein

for M.W.

Like everyone else, it seems, I’ve come down with this year’s bug: sore throat, coughs and contagious as hell! You don’t want to be around me.

However, I may be one of the few people who doesn’t mind being home sick.

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Transformations

for Christina and Jak

Many decades ago we built a deck out of old railroad ties just outside the kitchen door. It became the hangout for suppers and whispered confidences, naps and the carving of Halloween pumpkins. Winter rains took their toll and eventually the thick redwood ties began to split and then rot around the edges until, this year, it was clear the crumbling deck had to be dismantled before someone tripped in a hole and broke a leg.

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Photo of Carolyn North by Susan Wilson

Carolyn North

Photo: Susan Wilson