I had this dream about a friend of mine. His name was Craig. I heard recently that he had died. I hadn’t seen him since 1995. But I was still sad for the news; I’d always thought I’d run into him on Facebook or something.
So, I had this dream, and he was sitting on the floor. I could see him, but no one else could. He told me he was stuck. He’d been an atheist, but now that he was dead, he really needed to believe in something. He tried to allow himself to cross over, but he just couldn’t quite manage it. He was really afraid to let go. So I hugged him, and then we talked for a bit. Then I woke up. read more…
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The dress rehearsal has ended…
It’s time to begin, for real this time.
No looking back,
No wishing for something better,
No waiting for something to be perfect.
No props… no script… no mood lighting.
The only time to live my life is… now.
And so it begins.
© Deanna Joseph July 21, 2010
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Generations
I vow to never put your children in danger because I’m driving and texting. I vow to be present and aware while driving. While I am driving, I will never expect you to look out for me because I’m so self centered that I think my text or cell phone call is more important than your safety. I vow to drive with compassion, patience and presence. I vow to see every life as infinitely more valuable and precious than my cell phone. If you, too, take this vow, please share….
You are a point of light…
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“She kept a stir in tower and trench,
That brawling, boisterous Scottish wench,
Came I early, came I late
I found Agnes at the gate.”
She was called “Black Agnes” because of her dark hair and complexion, though she could have just as easily received the nickname because of her fierce determination to protect her home, Castle Dunbar in Scotland, from invasion by the English. read more…
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Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals
From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure,
And bosom beating with a heart renewed.
Thy cheek begins to redden through the gloom,
Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine,
Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team
Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise,
And shake the darkness from their loosened manes,
And beat the twilight into flakes of fire
From “Tithonus” by Lord Alfred Tennyson
The Roman goddess, Aurora, who blinded the stars with her radiance is the unattainable love in Tennyson’s poem, “Tithonus.” read more…
Share on FacebookMy family and I are getting ready to move. As I sit and look at the packing boxes stacked nearly to the ceiling, I think about how nice it will be to be in a bigger place. But then as I look around again I see the space where my children played and made new friends. I see the space where my husband healed out of a rough spot. I see the space where I let go of who I thought I was supposed to be. read more…
Share on FacebookYou are doing better than you think you are. — Alan Cohen
There are many things that bring me great pleasure. I love being a mom, and I love getting into metaphysical discussions with my friends. I love that I have friends. I love Teeccino brewed herbal coffee with Starbucks mocha powder. I love taking pictures with my Palm Pre, because now I just take them all the time. I love reading, and I love holding a stone in my hand when I read. I love that sometimes I fall asleep with my glasses on and my book leaning on my chin, and my husband will gently put them on the nightstand when he comes to bed. read more…
I remember being in my twenties. The world seemed wild, scary, intimidating and chaotic. It was also exciting, invigorating, and surprising. But from a very young age I had decided that I wouldn’t have children, and only because I didn’t want to bring them into this world. In spite of the excitement, in spite of the surprises, I viewed our planet as a scary place and I knew I would worry for them and their survival. read more…
Share on FacebookI recently downloaded U2’s album, “No Line on the Horizon” and have been listening to it. One of my very favorite songs is “Magnificent.”
“… only love unites our hearts, justified until we die, you and I will magnify, the magnificent.”
And I started thinking about how when any two (or more) people get together, they magnify something. It’s not always magnificence, but it’s something. read more…
Share on FacebookI was walking my dog this morning, and I noticed there were so many snails on the sidewalks that I actually had to keep breaking my stride to sidestep them (I hate the crunching of snail shells under my feet – I guess I’m just strange like that).
Now my dog, on the other hand, who wasn’t paying the slightest attention, never once crushed a snail under her giant paws. And never broke her stride! read more…
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