My husband is finally doing a lot of clearing out of family memories these days. As a former museum director, he has a great deal of respect for historical artifacts — those things that tell us who we were, and to some extent WHY we were the way we were…

Are you 25 and under? Do real magick, psychic stuff, metaphysics and “out there” possibilities seriously intrigue you? Then you’re the ones I want to talk to. A year or so ago, I started writing a book called ELDER AND APPRENTICE with a brilliant 15 year old metaphysician who was…

This afternoon, I drove to the local Agway for birdseed. It’s a store I’ve gone to for decades, only a few miles from our house. The store was calm and friendly, as always. I found the bags I needed and paid for them, chatting amiably with the cashier, as always. …

It’s been a pretty tense month here in upstate New York — at least here at home. Lots of pressure on my husband from over-volunteering, and a large purchase that could help him realize one of his dreams kept going start-stop-start-stop. On my end of things, it was medical testing…

There is such a subtle poison in comparing yourself to others. Don’t. Please don’t. They may sound like their lives make them better than you are — they’re a CEO, or an art director, or a famous chef — or maybe they’re just someone who fits the family trope better…

Sometimes witnessing everyone else’s passion for taking life right to the edge and feeling everything to the deepest cell of their being is just exhausting. If people insist that without such passion life is nothing… If people insist that you must do for others, acknowledge injustice, fight and rage and…

I’m reading a lot about all the traveling my friends are doing. Switzerland… France… Egypt… the Netherlands. Some are Americans, some are Europeans. …

Cloudy, cold Saturday. And I made the mistake of reading some seriously doom-gloom-we’re-all-toast-especially-if-you’re-old-in-America articles first thing this morning. “Doomscrolling” really is a thing, I think… In this reality moment: one reading today, prep for next Tuesday’s Soul Plan reading, some cooking, some grocery shopping. Time on the treadmill, time with the stretching and balancing exercises.

It is just before dawn. You stand outside, your eyes closed, just breathing in the spring air. Birdsong is clear, a happy cacophony of trills and warbles, as the birds call out for mates, and greet the sun that rises earlier each day.