I’ve been in San Francisco for the past 10 days, my first long visit since we left 17 years ago.
I’ve been in San Francisco for the past 10 days, my first long visit since we left 17 years ago.
My mother coveted red hair. That’s how I first became acquainted with the longing for red. Later she painted her library red, and when my husband and I renovated our farmhouse I imitated her with a Chinese red in our library. It was so exhilarating that I used the same red on the trim in our bedroom, with light yellow on the walls. Only afterwards did I learn that these are the Tibetan colors. The combination is surprisingly soothing, like meditation. If you put a little yellow next to red it both softens and brightens, simultaneously. But it has to be a warm red and a very light yellow.
One of my first words was ‘lellow.’ That’s because I couldn’t pronounce ‘yellow.’ When I was old enough to say ‘canary’ I was given one that ate sugar cubes out of my ears and mouth. My siblings teased me because I still preferred ‘lellow,’ to ‘yellow,’ but I couldn’t get enough of the color. I mean, think about it. Yellow is all around us – in the sun, the moon, and even the stars.
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Growing up in my family, I don’t remember hearing anyone say “I’m sorry.” It was unheard of to ask for forgiveness, and apologizing was tantamount to admitting weakness or defeat. Nevertheless, as the youngest, I said “I’m sorry” many times a day as a way of fending off criticism or attack. The cost of this was that I felt a lot of shame. Only in my adult life did I come to see the benefits of genuine apologies and the wisdom of forgiveness. Continue reading
Last week provided enough material for four blog posts. But I’m going to consolidate.
Every day I receive Mary Holland’s Naturally Curious blog. Most days I read it and learn new tidbits about nature, like how a certain kind of dragon fly lays its eggs in cattails, or how father loons take turns with the mother in feeding their young. Each day I learn something new. I enjoy learning new things.
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“That’s not fair!” Ever heard that refrain? Ever said it? At least you must have felt it, because life isn’t fair. Continue reading
We need it. We want it. But can we allow it?
Admittedly, it’s not been an easy year. In January, my husband almost died during heart surgery – twice. In February our 17-year old cat died three weeks after we returned home from the hospital. And in June, my brother Richard died tragically when his airplane crashed. I thought I would never feel joy again. Continue reading