“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room fullContinueContinue reading “A New Season”
Category Archives: Musings
And How Should I Presume
“Silence is a practice of emptying, of letting go. It is a process of hollowing ourselves out so we can open to what is emerging. Our work is to make ourselves receptive. The organ of receiving is the human heart, and it is here that we feel the deep ache of loss, the bittersweet remindersContinueContinue reading “And How Should I Presume”
No Place Like Home
Afternoon Delight cafe – Ann Arbor, MI It was one of those rare Michigan November days when the sky is blue, the air is crisp, and multi-colored leaves still cling to enough of the trees to make you believe you live inside of a postcard. It was also the day of my daughter’s campus tourContinueContinue reading “No Place Like Home”
My Father’s Legacy
Here’s what I’ve been working on, to insert into the program for my father’s celebration of life later this month. Slowly but surely, I’m finding some words. “Nature Boy” – Photo of Charley Hudson @ Sedona, AZ by Heather Hudson There was a boyA very strange, enchanted boyThey say he wandered very farVery farOver landContinueContinue reading “My Father’s Legacy”
This Weekend in Detroit
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and being alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You have to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. AndContinueContinue reading “This Weekend in Detroit”
7 x 7 Days of Mourning
This day is typically my week’s reward, no doubt directly influenced by my American TGIF culture. The ambassador of the weekend, its wake up times are usually flexible and bedtimes are virtually nonexistent. It’s a day for working from home and forgoing nice pants. Friday is Chai Day. Friday is now also the day thatContinueContinue reading “7 x 7 Days of Mourning”
Bit By Bit
For anyone following along, I have uncovered a little more hope this week that I can address some of the physical consequences of going through this loss. I am getting used to the fact that I will never be the same — there are some things that are simply part of being lucky enough toContinueContinue reading “Bit By Bit”
One Month
Still reaching for phrases to articulate what life has been like without my first love, my hero Dad, but haven’t been able to grab hold of them yet. I will keep trying. Meanwhile the amount of varying emotions I’ve been cycling through is rivaled only by the wide range of physical symptoms I’ve had toContinueContinue reading “One Month”
Word scavenging
Still here. Still trying, without much success, to write about this moment in time. Still seeking, six days in, a way to link what is happening to some words of my own. It is the darkest, loneliest time and yet, an experience I don’t want to get lost in the haze. I want to rememberContinueContinue reading “Word scavenging”
No Words, Yet. Soon.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of theContinueContinue reading “No Words, Yet. Soon.”
Muttering Retreats 