It’s who we are. On the Inside . Untouched by time or infirmity. Untrammeled by sorrows and losses and terrible truths. Unfettered by the vulnerability of old age or the fear of oblivion. Inside we are forever young.
Loving Life
When Your Inside Doesn’t Match Your Outside Anymore
Saturday, February 2nd, 2013
A snapshot can do it… a store window reflection… a chance remark by a friend. It’s the moment you realize you’re not young anymore. You’re not old either, thank the Lord, just – you know, not young. You don’t feel any different on the inside. But your inside doesn’t match your outside the way it [ Read More ]
Heart Murmurs
Saturday, September 29th, 2012
I’ve been having an imaginary conversation with my heart lately. Not the physical heart exactly, although I admire its pluck and constancy enormously. But the metaphoric heart of me that loves, not necessarily wisely, but pretty well, and that has taken a lot of hits over the years. It occurred to me one day, while [ Read More ]
Cathy Takes to the Tub
Friday, January 20th, 2012
At the top of my list of accessible help for much of life’s dis-ease, are healing baths. And I confess they head the list because they’re not only therapeutic, they’re really pleasurable. It’s part aromatherapy, part herbalism, part homeopathy, and all it takes to have these beautiful baths at your fingertips is to keep on [ Read More ]
Time is the Substance From Which I Am Made…
Thursday, December 29th, 2011
“Inside every older person is a younger person – wondering what the hell happened.” —Cora Harvey Armstrong “You can take no credit for beauty at sixteen. But if you are beautiful at sixty, it will be your soul’s own doing.” —Marie Stopes The arrival of a brand New Year (always a treat to be able [ Read More ]
What Do You Love?
Friday, April 15th, 2011
“You don’t get to choose how you’re going to die. Or when. You can decide how you’re going to live now.” —Joan Baez, Folksinger When my daughter died at thirty-five, in the midst of my grief, I had an irrational recurrent guilt that I hadn’t bought her more hot fudge sundaes. She loved them so, [ Read More ]
What I Think About Life, So Far
Saturday, December 4th, 2010
By the grace of God and a fast outfield, I find myself the mother of a 21 year old, born so many years after my first two daughters, it might as well be considered a separate lifetime Dakota is perched on the precarious edge of womanhood now, and she’s a deep one, never precipitous in [ Read More ]