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  • Practice. I love this old post from 2019. It is about the time my son perfected his pancake-making. He has since succeeded and failed at many types of inventions in the kitchen. Last night, he made me a lovely french toast breakfast and simple prosciutto toast and honey dinner. I don’t think he remembers his…

  • Fools. Better a witty fool than a foolish wit. -Feste, Twelfth Night, I.5.328 In 2019, I wrote: In Elizabethan times, the twelfth night was a holiday known as the Feast of Fools. Feste represents the festive spirit of the play, and he makes an important contribution to the action. Feste says, “Foolery sir, does walk…

  • Cities. Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else. – Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino For most of my life, I have lived in a city. But for almost seven years, I have lived…

  • Today, I am doing a reiterative post on day 16 from mayBE 2019. The theme was on handwork. When you read that post, you can learn about how my life as a mom was once about mending, stitching, and making – in every sense of those verbs. I had found this quote: “When you can…

  • ”The history of art is about how we look. It is not only about the men and women who – with their paints and pencils, their clays and chisels – created the images that fill our world, from cheap trinkets to ‘priceless masterpieces.’ It is even more about the generations of humankind who have used, interpreted, argued…

  • ‘And what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice, ‘without pictures or conversation?’ Books and Conversation. Words on the page and words spoken are powerful and can inspire us humans to turn toward beauty or toward darkness. But a gentle conversation can allow for grey and a little bit of tolerance which is what…

  • (Sorry for the late “Day 10” post. I thought I published it yesterday but turns out the internet had cut out before I left home and it was left in drafts. Jungle life) We live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning we awaken to the light and the invitation…

  • KNOTS. I like knots. I talked about the messy ones yesterday that arise from tangling. There are other knots that we intentionally tie that bind. I want to talk about those ones today.  I began to appreciate the beauty of knots. The ones we choose to tie because we need to something to hold fast…

  • MESSY. The following are excerpts from the post for Day 9 from 2019 and it is amazing to me how little things change: When we visit Toronto, I am a mess. It’s not the falling apart, sobbing on the bathroom floor type of mess. It’s more of a tangled ball of yarn type of mess.…

  • The thought of leaving home in three weeks, leaving our home in Costa Rica and our community, hit my daughter hard yesterday. She panicked that she wasn’t ready. She started projecting herself into months ahead about plans and what if’s. She was in that place of uncertainty where truthfully, we all reside in all the…

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