Finding strings of light Very little in life is what we think it is, especially grief. In the three weeks since my mother-in-law died, I've ridden a pack of panoramic emotions in between sudden bursts of phone calls, crazy-dreamed-nights, bouts of exhaustion no coffee can conquer, plus external the wilds of weather and circumstance. We had a blizzard that knocked out our electricity for 9 hours about a week ago, my son and some other people I love each lost their jobs, and a number of friends have been struggling with illness, grief, and loss. In [...] Read More
Yesterday, we held the memorial service for my mother-in-law, Alice Elizabeth Wells Lassman (obituary here). After crowd-sourcing some of the details for this poem from her children (including my husband), here's what I wrote for the woman who was and continues to be so big in my life and heart. I'm deeply grateful for her raising some a wonderful son and being an amazing grandmother to my kids and all my nieces and nephews. Alice She was a fierce protector of all she loved, a passionate holder of babies and truths, and oil-painting and apple-pie-making devotee, who fell in love [...] Read More
The oneg (reception) afterwards with the delicious food Sue prepared A few hours after the Tree of Life shooting, we clung to each other -- singing, praying, crying -- at the Beth Israel Center in Madison, WI. Family members, old and new friends, and synagogue goers -- most of them elders, just like the people murdered in Pittsburgh while praying, gathered for a Miriam's Well reading preceded by a Havdalah service, a 10-minute Saturday evening ritual to close the Sabbath and welcome the new week. But with the pain we carried from the worst anti-semitic attack in U.S. [...] Read More
One of the wonders of this world are mountains of maples at the peak of fall foliage, and I was lucky enough to dwell among recently at the Power of Words conference at Goddard College. The big picture mind-blowing expanses are all around, from a distance golden variegated hazes that upon closer range become crazy quilts of red, rust, orange, yellow, and green. But what really grabbed my heart was the more narrow and up close light in action of the trees and sky, especially when driving up and down curvy and lilting country roads. The aptly named Bliss Road, [...] Read More
Yesterday, a woman spoke with great poise, integrity, and courage about how she was terrified that the supreme court nominee would accidentally kill her when he put his hand over her mouth while sexually assaulting her. Dr. Christine Blasey Ford told a room full of career politicians and also our nation and world about the attack and trauma that derailed her life when she was only 16 years old, a moment when two men's laughter -- with all its scorn and privilege -- landed in her psyche in a way she could never forget. Recounting how a combination of Kavanaugh [...] Read More
This pre-Rosh Hashana afternoon, as I watch a dive-bombing hummingbird and a dozen others just trying to get a drink from our feeder, my mind is on community. How we can make and keep community. What community is at its best, and how it enacts love as a verb. Why breaking bread, breaking through barriers, and breaking new ground together matters, especially in a time of rough-edged divides, political name-calling, and one-size-fits-all labels that diminish us all. I'm also thinking of awe: that sense of wonder at the shining edges and in-depth centers of the life force. From the vantage [...] Read More
This week I drove 100 miles west and back on Tuesday, then two and a half hours southeast on Thursday, mostly through rural weaves of prairie and brome field where cattle grazed or dozed while storms paraded across the vistas. Earlier in the week, it was to give the first of three Osher classes on the Holocaust in Manhattan, Kansas, and just recently, to visit a fiction-writing class and give a reading at Pittsburg State University in the state. Taking off and going fast, or a bit slower as the rain blurred the edges of cars and trucks ahead, I [...] Read More
I've been thinking a lot lately about hospitality in relationship to both writing and self-care. As someone who loves home (and also roaming widely), and making welcoming spaces in groups, rooms, and my little heart, I realize that there's an intimate connection between hospitality and the creative process. The more we can invite ourselves onto the page (with grace and tenderness), the more we can show up for our writing. Plus, showing up for our creative sparks is great training for being more present in our ever-shifting lives. This led me to develop "A Leap Forward Writing Retreat" for Nov., [...] Read More
"Your big rocks are the rituals of pause," Dr. Neela Sandal told me a few weeks ago. I've been working with Neela for a few years to tunnel out (successfully too!) of some chronic health issues, and I had mentioned that I needed more rituals of pause through my day to check in with myself instead of checking off the next item on my endless list. I had also told him about the analogy of how you can only gets rocks, pebbles, sand, and water into a jar if you put in the big stuff first, then the smaller stuff [...] Read More
In my favorite Rumi poem, "Say Yes Quickly," I love these lines especially: Reach your long hands out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, “How are you?” and no one says How aren’t you? All day long, I've been pondering how I am not. I am not at Goddard College, finishing a long day of faculty meetings after, as goes my habit, a long night of fighting my travel-spun brain to calm itself enough to tip out of consciousness. I am not walking back to the dorm to get some snacks I [...] Read More
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