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…
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
Today’s Truth
We all have challenges, right? Bink has rocky periods, when her anxiety rises and OCD rears its particularly ugly head. There is no easy or quick fix for these times, though we try many things.…
MelindaMay 10, 2018
Questions, Questions, Everywhere
When Bink was young, I didn’t know if she’d ever be able to ask questions. She had words at age three and four, five and six, but not in a conversational way. She didn’t…
MelindaMay 2, 2018
MORE AUTISM AWARENESS: RITUALS
AUTISM AWARENESS MONTH: DAY 18 Routines and rituals. Don’t we all have them? Under the best of circumstances, they can add order, meaning and beauty to our lives. For many people with autism, they go…
MelindaApril 18, 2018