Category: Human Archives

Rejuvenate

Last year about this time I was moving into my new place.  [Read about it here.]  By the end of the weekend, my arm throbbing with pain, I was ready for a break.  My mother and I headed down to…

Blind Faith

As a small child I always dreamed of one day having “hawk” vision, razor sharp up close and able to see details from a far distance.  From a young age I had “coke” bottle lenses, the kind that were so…

Release

I’ve been playing music for over 30 years.  One of the things I love best about music is creating something each time I play my instrument. A couple summers ago I participated in a weekly event called Classical Social.  Musicians showed up at…

Transforming Our Stuff

When my father died going through his personal affairs was a huge process.  Not only was there a lot of stuff, but it all reminded me of him.  I often felt cranky and upset.  We packed up some of his favorite…

The Baby’s Cry

I dreaded returning to my childhood home for visits the year following my father’s death.  During my daily life I could manage to float through each day in a bereavement fog, enveloped in my grief, but without any major triggers.  A trip home…