January 27, 2014 § 2 Comments
It had nothing to do with Apollo. He did not give me the gift of prophecy because he fell in love with me. I wanted to understand, that was all, and I learned to say aloud what should have been plain to anyone. He didn’t make it so no one would believe me because I spurned his advances. People reject what they don’t want to hear and fault the teller. They are blind and blame the gods.
December 13, 2013 § 2 Comments
It is deep and dark December in the northeastern United States. Snow has fallen for days. Nothing outside my window resembles this photograph and yet I keep coming back to it as a focus for Advent meditation. « Read the rest of this entry »
November 7, 2013 § Leave a comment
It’s not true, what they say. They blame The Minotaur but I looked elsewhere, even long after I had left my city with the man who then abandoned me, sailing his careless way, forgetting (or so they would say) to signal his success, flying the black sail instead. His father, believing his beloved son dead, threw himself from the city walls. What was it about him that made people love him so, when all he wanted was to fill his endless hunger for daring and adventure? « Read the rest of this entry »
October 10, 2013 § 2 Comments
I walk through the churchyard of Fairview Methodist Church in Rural Retreat, Virginia, among headstones carved with familiar names. These are people who were a part of my childhood. They helped me grow up. Their lives formed a network around mine and I was woven in among them.
September 19, 2013 § Leave a comment
The harvest moon hangs behind dark clouds. Energy withdraws from the vine and pours into the fruit. Color explodes and then fades. Persephone goes to the Underworld. « Read the rest of this entry »
August 23, 2013 § 2 Comments
Years ago when I worked for a publication of the American Indian Program at Cornell, I frequently had the responsibility of editing the transcription of an oral talk by a Native speaker for print. Listening and reading are very different cognitive processes and they are also different cultural forms. I wanted the readers of a journal published on a university campus to sense the cadences of a Native speaker for whom oral communication is primary. « Read the rest of this entry »
August 1, 2013 § Leave a comment
Since I visited Viet Nam two years ago I have been advocating for civilians to take a stronger role in assuming responsibility for war. That visit prompted me to ponder the legacy that my generation not only still carries but that is being passed on to younger generations. If civilians are more willing to hear the truth about war, I have been saying, perhaps those who fight will be better able to heal and all of us will be better able to find solutions to problems without resorting so quickly to war.