Remembering the delight of ourselves

Today I took my dogs for a walk, traipsing our normal loop of squirrel hunting and owl spotting, ending in a bout of enthusiastic stick fetching in the nearby pond. It is sunny and hot right now in Texas – over 100 degrees hot – and I took off my shoes and…

Blessing

> "Even the bird with a broken wing is a prayer." - Ashley Gates Jansen Every oak tree holds within it the acorn, the bud of longing and becoming. And every acorn holds the whisper of the promised oak, grand perennial. But sometimes the acorn does not blossom but remains tight,…

The light within the light

"First we receive the light, then we impart the light, thus we repair the world. " - Kabalistic sayingHoliday music is some of my favorite music. I'm known to listen to Silent Night in the height of summer as well as the depths of winter. And, oh that line in O…

The father of my father

My paternal grandparents, Virginia Donovan Randolph and Edwin Randolph, peace and blessings be upon them.> "Pain travels through families until someone is ready to feel it." -Stephi Wagner Editor's note: This essay was written in honor of World Mental Health Day [https://www.who.int/campaigns/world-mental-health-day], which takes place…

The Guest House

I wonder: have you ever had the unique privilege of hosting lice in your home? We've hosted these guests twice. Travelers from school lockers, crowded hallways and backpacks, these visitors arrived one spring week with a warning, a note from the school nurse. For weeks we had daily head checks…

'The tears in things'

'Lacrimae rerum,' according to one of my teachers, was a Latin phrase chanted by monks in the wee hours of the night, when the veils between body and soul are the thinnest. This phrase can be translated as 'the tears of things,' or the 'tears in things,'…

A line of Mothers

This year, amidst the pandemic, we felt moved to dig up much of our wee backyard and plant several garden beds. The last weeks of rain have left the garden lush with growth: this morning I picked several cucumbers, presents tucked in among the mass of leaves and vines. Planting…

To learn the song in our hearts

Yesterday I drove my son to his last day at the wilderness school he's attended for the last five years. A young man on the cusp of 15, his time at this school - beloved to me - is ending. Over the years, there are so many times that I…