To be clear, this post is not about an accident on a trampoline, because upon reading the title that might be where the reader’s thoughts lead, although it is about trampolines, and grief. Time is not linear; conversations, photos and memory help. Today marks the 15th anniversary of my Dad’s death. I miss him. February…
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Instructions for Threshold and Portal Crossings
Threshold: doorsill, any doorway or entrance, the starting point of an experience, event or venture. While I grasp the basic definition, the part that intrigues me most is the “starting point of an experience, event or venture.” Perhaps this is because I love mystery and it speaks to a deeper longing and wonder in my soul. John…
Thresholds and Portals – A Collection of Poems
This book of poems began in Vienna, Austria, April 2013. It was birthed from writing prompts, silence in cemeteries, paintings that spoke to me and pastries that called my name. More poems came to life during November 2014 as I participated in National Novel Writing Month – NAWRIMO. 50,000 words gushed forth onto my laptop…
Remembering: Feb. 23, 2007
8 years ago today, my Dad, Jim Heaney, left this physical world to journey beyond. I miss him. Two weeks before he died he spent a week looking after his three grandchildren, with my Mom, while my husband and I SoulStrolled in Paris. He loved them dearly and I wish he’d been able to have…
Searching for beauty in the desert
Yesterday, I returned from a four day trip to Albuquerque, N.M. Upon first impression it was: barren, desolate, and brown. The city and surroundings felt worn out, old and tired. I was there because my eldest daughter was participating in the WAC indoor track championship for Seattle U. She’s a thrower; translation, she spins in…
Eagles, Ash Wednesday and a Collage
February is such a mixed bag of emotions for me. Two of my children bookend the month with birthday celebrations, which I love. It’s a joy to party and celebrate with them and enjoy their continuing maturing into who they are. Sandwiched between is the anniversary of my Dad’s passing, six years ago. Wow, has…
Tears and Child’s Pose
I have been unable to write much of anything the past few days. I haven’t had words, nor known what to bring to the blank page. My usually full journal lies blank and empty. The many practices that I’ve written about prior to the events that unfolded in Newtown, Conn on Friday, Dec. 14, 2012,…
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