The Meaning of Compassion
The Kuan Yin She keeps watch in the warm corner of my bedroom, her bearing almost more regal for the rivers of cracks and generous chips that mark her faded turquoise. Her right hand, the…
Little Things
It was, in my home, an ordinary weekend morning. I rose before him, he before her, the felines were fed. I made three different kinds of tea, two prepared with stevia and soymilk, one with…
MelindaOctober 15, 2018
The art that blesses my listening hands
Making Art with Beach Stones My home hums with them–— the smooth and rough, pale and dark, striped, speckled, some with lines, or bits of mica mesmerizing the…
MelindaAugust 27, 2018
Mothering Outside the Lines
The Bus Stop Moms From my morning window I would watch as they huddled casually, tossed light conversation back and forth, an occasional eye towards their kids who played and laughed together, finding sticks, tracing…
MelindaAugust 1, 2018
Praise at the end, for beginning there
A Prayer, Fertile For all the beginnings we cultivate from seeds, lay to cradle in the richest earth, give moisture with our tears, our sweat and handfuls of rainwater like offerings to the deities we…
MelindaJuly 23, 2018
Rocking the cosmic swirl
Rocking It comforts me to know the old couple across the street just celebrated fifty years in the same house. Fifty together years with the home they perhaps chose to be new in together, a…
MelindaJune 19, 2018
NOT ZEN, BUT NOW
Being present is easy when the blue sky moment is trimmed with green grass, when temperate breezes blow your hair back gently from your bright, clean face. You can hop off the worry train quickly…
MelindaJune 6, 2018