Category Archives: December, 2016

To learn how to sit in the scary woods of the mind

Posted on December 5, 2016 by Kathy

“Do you really,” my good friend asked, “want to be an old woman who can’t remember things?  Do you really want to lose all your faculties?” Sigh.  She had read my latest blog post. “Ummm, no,” said I.  “If the … Continue reading →

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I want to be that old woman.

Posted on December 3, 2016 by Kathy

I am reading a book these gray December afternoons, breathing in toward the poetic words and out toward my own life’s reflections.  It’s called  Wild Comfort:  The Solace of Nature by Kathleen Dean Moore. It may not be allowed to … Continue reading →

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