Taking care of our own.

Monday afternoon was sunny and crisply cold, the sky a rich winter blue. I attended the beautiful funeral of my friend Meg. Prayers in Hebrew, and of a more Buddhist nature were recited at the graveside service. Words from Shakespeare, Wendell Berry and a Michigan artist/naturalist Gwen Frostic were spoken. Several people stepped forth with stories from the…

“When sorrows come…”

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”  Hamlet to Horatio These last weeks I have been playing a minor character in the last production in the life of my friend Meg.  She is dying from late stage breast cancer.  I have written before about my views of…

War Stories

This past week we had the bank holiday to honor veterans, both those who have served in the military and those who have been to war. Close to 40,000,000 US soldiers have served during war time, and over 580,000 U.S. soldiers are estimated to have died as a result of armed conflict since our nation was founded….

Honoring Birds & Día de los Muertos

Birds “Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.  Only a life lived for others is worth living.” –Albert Einstein We have a game we play each day when we go for our walk-…

An Essay on Transition

“Be kind. Everyone you meet is carrying a heavy burden.” Ian MacLaren We are here for such a short while, and never know when we may be departing.  The sudden death of a friend this past week both hurts my heart, and opens me to being grateful that I am still here. I ache for…

The balm of human kindness…

When my family gathered to intern my father’s ashes in July 2011, I was overcome with the need for more ceremony. His ashes were contained inside a plastic bag within a plastic black box from the funeral home. The unimaginative, and cold hearted priest presented the most monotone and meaningless reading at the graveside you could…

Those who have gone before.

Today my friend Patty Adelsberger would have been 44 years old. She died from ovarian cancer in 2010, the year we turned 40, and just a few years after her beloved mother died of the same disease.  I met her at the Cambell Club Student Coop in Eugene the day I moved to Oregon in September 1990….

Inspirational People

My chemo treatment in Portland went well- the 2/3 dose of Steroids seems to be working much better this week- less grumpy snarling, though I am still a bit of squirrel girl on speed.  I also found a most excellent hat in the hat basket in the treatment room – the kindness of a stranger…