It’s all landfill-bound anyway
Sometimes special things end up in the landfill. And it’s OK. Continue reading It’s all landfill-bound anyway
Category: Things to let go
Writing to let go
As I begin drafting a manuscript, I’m reminded that writing memoir is a full-body experience — uncomfortable but healing. Continue reading Writing to let go
New day dawning
Moving mid-pandemic made it pretty easy to swing between two lives — neither where-we-were nor where-we-are. A recent walk with Leo and a feral iris sighting helped move me forward … Continue reading New day dawning
On going fallow
If my brain were a landscape, this would be it … and that’s why it’s time for a change. Continue reading On going fallow
What, me worry?
Leaving our dog in the care of my mother-in-law forced me to recognize the futility of one of my most highly developed skills: worrying. Continue reading What, me worry?
Moving
Strange to think these now-mundane views will soon become the stuff of precious memories. Continue reading Moving
Silent retreat
I spent the weekend on a silent retreat — exiled, I called it. Continue reading Silent retreat
Meditation: Shrug it off
A couple of years ago, my son and I started a craft project. When we picked it up a few weeks ago, it caused me to think about how we welcome what life brings our way and how we let it go … leading to this meditation that I shared with my Holy Yoga class on Valentine’s Day. Continue reading Meditation: Shrug it off
Right-sizing
We are downsizing. There. I said it. It feels like a confession. While many people our age are movin’ on up, we’re waving at them as they pass by … from the down escalator. If feels crazy. We live on a lovely two-acre lot with two distinct ecosystems: mossy, lichen-filled woods and a stream in back; sunny landscaped yard in front. We have great neighbors. We have lovely sunsets. We have peace … Continue reading Right-sizing
Three minor epiphanies of the week
1. Some dogs don’t mix well with stuffed animals. 2. Simply hoping can make gardening dreams come true. 3. I hold onto strange items. For years. What are you holding onto? Feel free to confess it — leave a reply — below. Continue reading Three minor epiphanies of the week
Sarah Coomber 