Monday, April 22, 2013


Let us bless
The imagination of the Earth,
That knew early the patience
To harness the mind of time,
Waited for the seas to warm,
Ready to welcome the emergence
Of things dreaming of voyaging
Among the stillness of land.

And how light knew to nurse
The growth until the face of the Earth
Brightened beneath a vision of color.

When the ages of ice came
And sealed the Earth inside
An endless coma of cold,
The heart of the Earth held hope,
Storing fragments of memory,
Ready for the return of the sun.

Let us thank the Earth
That offers ground for home
And holds our feet firm
To walk in space open
To infinite galaxies.

Let us salute the silence
And certainty of mountains:
Their sublime stillness,
Their dream-filled hearts.

The wonder of a garden
Trusting the first warmth of spring
Until its black infinity of cells
Becomes charged with dream;
Then the silent, slow nurture
Of the seed's self, coaxing it
To trust the act of death.

The humility of the Earth
That transfigures all
That has fallen
Of outlived growth.

The kindness of the Earth,
Opening to receive
Our worn forms
Into the final stillness.

Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth
For all our sins against her:
For our violence and poisonings
Of her beauty.

Let us remember within us
The ancient clay,
Holding the memory of seasons,
The passion of the wind,
The fluency of water,
The warmth of fire,
The quiver-touch of the sun
And shadowed sureness of the moon.

That we may awaken,
To live to the full
The dream of the Earth
Who chose us to emerge
And incarnate its hidden night
In mind, spirit, and light.

-- from To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings, by John O'Donohue

Wednesday, April 17, 2013


On Monday I let go of my hair.
Snipped my strands.
Braved the submission to sissors.

I had been growing out my color for a few months so that I could just let the grey....well, be grey.  But, the half color half grey look was so not attractive. So, I decided all the long curly auburn locks must come off. When my stylist was done I had Fantine-short hair!

I don't know what was more shocking to me-the short cut or the totally (almost) grey head of hair I now sport.  It was rather traumatic.

But, that was Monday. Since then I have embraced my new look and can't imagine ever having long hair again. My morning routine is so much easier.  My hair takes ten minutes to style, and once it is styled, it stays that way all day. And, I feel so much lighter.  And adventuresome. And, hipper. (short short pixies are 'in').

What freedom!