My six-year-old grandson, Scout, and I were talking about what dreams we might have as we got ready for bed. He explained: “First you see them with your eyes. Then they need to move into your mind and all the spaces there so they can come alive. Then you can step right into them.” Yep. This year 2020 began with the intense pressure of the Saturn/Pluto conjunction and stellium of planets in Capricorn, and the eclipses. But as the Sun entered Aquarius Monday, and now the new moon, hopefully, you can feel a [...]

Listening to NPR on my car radio, the news of the enormous explosion in Beirut and its aftermath are heartbreaking. But it was the stories of kindness, compassion, and generosity that finally broke the dam of global grief tears in me. Immediately, the Lebanese nearby began to set up online housing sources. Opening their homes, their apartments, to anyone displaced by the devastating explosion. A hotel owner assured potential guests they would be fed as well. This land of Lebanon, with so many years of conflict, war, economic hardship, has a lion’s heart [...]

We must come to the end before a new beginning can come to us. —Helene Cixous Sitting in the backyard, I marvel at this unnamed plant, found on the nursery table under a sign: “For Hummingbirds and Bees.” Its narrow, bright-green stem stretches up almost five feet, doing absolutely nothing for the first couple of feet.  Or perhaps pruned by the deer.  Finally, yesterday, at the very top, a thistle.  A round ball maybe two inches across, with spikes sticking out.  On either side of the stem, perfectly symmetrical pairs of toothed leaves [...]

Dear Janet, Wow!  You’re a grandmother.  No fooling.  I just got a letter from Link with a delightful picture of laughing fellow Emmett James Graham Bertram.  That’s a  solid grounded Midwestern name from your wild girl child, now mother.  Sounds like the beginning of a country song, or long poem.  “Emmett James Graham Bertram set off for the river one day.  Looking for fish,  running from sorrow, hoping his darling would stay.” He looks like Amanda with those fat dimpled cheeks and twinkling eyes.  But blue, not mahogany brown.  Uncle Nick calls him [...]