At least the neighbors mourned;
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Meat Body
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Photo: Richard Masoner
Who is this “I?” Surely not the meat body, Continue reading
A Reflection on Mary Oliver’s ‘Herons in Winter in the Frozen Marsh’
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Hunkered in the frozen marsh, trapped in winter, in congealing mud, I waited. I assumed the subsequent meal, that there would be a reward for my persistence. My reward.
The Eric Donohue Report
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“Tuesday, I ran into an old friend who said ‘I thought you were dead.’ I didn’t know what to say. A few things came to mind: ‘Not yet’ ‘Sorry?’ ‘Thank you.’ What I arrived at… and in plenty of time… … Continue reading
On the Occasion of Your Fortieth Birthday
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TO MY FRIEND HAVING AN AMBIVALENT 40th BIRTHDAY: You told me sadly that you are noticing body changes, and feeling anxious about things yet undone on your To Do List, and that you sense you are running out of time… … Continue reading
Dance Partner
Photo credit: David Dodge
Ahhhhh, Death. Here we are you and I, best friends forever.
Dances with Death – SoulCollage ®
Dances with Death
I Am One who dances with death, unafraid. I am in Joy with my faithful companion, who is at my side ever day of my life. We are best friends enjoying the sprinklers and waterfalls of life. I am one who enJoys my life. This card’s gift to me is fearlessness. My gift to the card is Joy.
UPDATE: A fellow SoulCollager, Aimee Shaw, recently wrote an article, Why We Need a Memento Mori card, that speaks to the card I made, and I wanted to share here.
The Lump
Photo: slgckgc
A month after my 50th birthday I buttoned the shoulder strap of my summer dress and felt a lump at the top of my right breast, about the size of a marshmallow crème egg. Continue reading
Things They Don’t Tell You About Having Cancer
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There are a million, million things they don’t tell you about having cancer, about being sick and almost dying and being resurrected, and wondering if it were worth it since you feel like a dirty rug for years afterward. A million things.
They don’t tell you that it smells of sex at the root zone in your garden. Continue reading
Death
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The Grandmother stared fixedly over my right shoulder. As usual, I failed to comprehend the lesson. Continue reading
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