Saturday, June 22, 2019

100 presents

I collect little gifts for him. Lego sets, stuffed animals, stickers. I wrap them up and leave them in the closet or in his toy bag in my car. They must be wrapped, he told me once, otherwise they don't count as presents. Sometimes if I know I'm going to see him, I grab a present from the closet.

Sometimes there is one present, often none. For some silly unknown reason, when I saw him this week there were three. He happily opened them all: some stickers, a stuffed dinosaur, and a Lego set.

Only 3? he asked.
How many should there be? I inquired.

100! he said. 100 presents!

Tuesday, June 18, 2019


The time between snow shovels and air conditioners. When the grass grows tall every week, birds are busy, and the lilacs bloom. Also tulips, daffodils, and peonies. Exchange winter jackets for shorts, check the elastic on your swimsuit. Dream of lazy beach days with a good book, sun, sand, and shells.

Thursday, May 30, 2019

chocolate cake, chocolate ice cream

A cake and ice cream party for a departing co-worker.
Treats to fill a hole, a need, fear, a sense of deprivation.
All the extroverts and kind people were there.

Thursday, May 23, 2019

Sudden death

of a young former colleague. She left a happy life: family and friends, a good education and a good job. Smiling and active just days ago, now gone.

This was a life then. This, the whole thing. Was here, now gone. Does the hole she left harden like cement, or fill in slowly like nearly frozen mud? Does the hole stay empty, a vacuum, or does someday a seed drop in and grow? See the emptiness, be the emptiness, be vast, be the wind and the seed and the sun and the flower.

Friday, May 3, 2019

Rough day

Rough day, tough life? Rest, heal. Sip some herbal tea and listen to the wind and rain.

Thursday, May 2, 2019

Be Reiki

Wishing you a very Reiki moment- stop and check in with yourself. Let your thoughts bubble up and take a look at yourself. Be yourself, be Reiki ~

Wednesday, May 1, 2019


I'm writing Excel formulas into a codebook for statistics class. There are lots of formulas. I think I have them all correct and then I look and a number has spontaneously mutated. I look and another one has. All perfect, all set, and then another formula has transformed itself. It's like whack-a-mole trying to get all those formulas perfect and set.

With words there is room for creativity and imperfection. With science there must be a perfect structure, or as nearly perfect as can be. The better the structure, the better our conclusions and predictions.