Monday, February 4, 2013


1.31.13  Most Of My Nights


CT. River, Hadley, MA





I do most of my writing by paraphrase
a slip and a daze
a long phantom raze

Most of my nights are spent somnolent
sequating rents;
heedless Intent

In wild raining mornings the trees thrash low
heart like a spear
dig deep; strike slow


Saturday, February 2, 2013



                                                 
                                                 1.31.13 Hadley Back Road in Winter

                           "Countries are ransacked, valleys drenched with blood. Though it seems                                .                          untimely I still publish my belief in the egg, the contents of the egg, the 
                           warm coal, and the necessity for pursuing whatever fire delights and sustains you.
                               -E.B. White, from The Story of Charlotte's Web by Michael Sims

1.31.13 Thankyou Frances Moore Lappe


                                                 
                                                      Hadley, MA Flooded Winter Field

                                                                 I've grown certain 
                                                            that the root of all fear 
                                                    is that we've been forced to deny 
                                                                      who we are.
                                                              -Frances Moore LappĂ©

1.31.13 Thankyou Calvin Trillin  


                                             
                                           1.31.13 Connecticut River, Hadley, MA

                                        The most remarkable thing about my mother
                                          is that for thirty years she served the family 
                                                             nothing but leftovers. 
                                           The original meal has never been found. 

                                                                    -Calvin Trillin

Friday, February 1, 2013

12.13.12 The new shoes


12.13.12

     This morning, I decided that it was  a kind of birthday for me. I never care about opening presents early, but I asked K if I could open my present from him ...like, right now... He asked why. I told him it was a kind of re-birth-day for me. I told him I had shaken the package. He asked what it felt like. I said it felt like TWO THINGS bumping together!! He laughed, and said, 'Sure, go ahead!' I said "Is it what I think it is???' He said ' I don't know! Go OPEN it!'
     So I tore it open, and it was everything I wanted it to be. I was so delighted, admiring them. He said "Put them ON!" I was like Cinderella with the perfect glass slippers, fitting like gloves, lovely soft fuzzy brown slip-on gloves.
     He laughed at me. I told him I felt like a 5 year old with new Keds- you remember? You just knew you could run faster and jump higher. He said "On rainy, icy days, you must wear your boots and carry these with you. Really. " I said, 'Oh, okay." Jumping high, running fast, super fly....oh yeah!!!

                                                                            12.10.12   


     So warm around here. Hearing all the nutso struggles in our political arena about filibusters and so many illogical things, which I guess simply comes w. the territory of trying to run a big country of humans.
     Out back, I washed the little safe enclosure the possum sleeps in every night, and put down several layers of poly fleece to keep the cold concrete away. It is inside the back doorway, behind a big piece of plywood, so small coyote-free tunnel. So adorable to see their impression left on the blankets when I bring the dog out each morning.
     In the meantime, life is puttering along...the pace quickening w. holidays. I remind my clients that holidays are optional and there are no rules. We all seem to think there are rules about it all and so many fret about money and thinking they have to DO things.... when truly, not only do we get to make our own wisest choices, but if necessary, we can say to those who know us, or even care about us, that we are simply trying to live in a sane balanced manner.                                       .       Thursday morning in my practice,  a stiff person in their 90's w. a new disc out, a farmer w. his sore spots and nerve stuff, a singer w. constriction. Immunity improving in others, chronic respiratory challenges on the mend. Man, what a lucky person I am to have this job.
     Plus, every morning when I arrive, I see where the office possum was last night, because they come by, having midnight dinner in my garden, and then leave poops in a line, day after day, all along the edge of the walks. Noone knows all these little dark bundles are turds but me, and I find it pretty hysterical. Guess after that late dinner, they just have to poop right then and there. Territorial, or utilitarian? Ah well, off we go into winter.


Friday, July 27, 2012

Difficult Life Happens; It's Not a Disney Movie







So much difficult life happens. And so often it’s such a surprise. I sometimes have this sense that we were brainwashed by Disney movies, and somehow toddle our way through childhood into adulthood assuming that ‘LIFE’ will be a Disney movie and everything will ‘turn out alright’. What a strange idea- and how pervasive in this culture, at least. Ask almost anyone not living in a dire situation. Most of the time they'll tell  you they anticipate 'things' turning out pretty much alright. 

Why not learn that difficult life happens when we're younger? Stuff happens, kids, so let’s learn how to keep managing while it’s happening, and do the best we can. And hey, you really may want to plan realistically as well as possible.Keep researching, keep talking to people, be real about it.  Really, it may help to address this strange assumption , so people are at least given the idea, with repetition, to be better prepared and possibly focus on growing  some skills and forethought.

So much difficult life happens. Look around you. Some people have so many things happening ,to them or their neighbors or loved ones or co-workers  all at once. The lack of income with the lack of access to education with the lack of educational abilities with the health endangering jobs  with the lack of health insurance with the stress of no washer or dryer or driving around  some old rusty car, is not an easy thing. And we are a nation of far higher incomes than most. We tend to have some access to clean water, toilets, some education, and some emergency healthcare, at least.

Difficult life happens, like a surprise pregnancy and child, or the deep desire for parenthood even if one does not have access to the resources one surely needs in order to support being a parent. We all get surprised every day that we don't get pregnant, when we have been planning forever, or we do and the child has challenges, or it takes so much more patience and sanity and wisdom and maturity and money to just get by as a parent than anyone ever imagined. And the Disney deal with the deep fulfilling relationship? That is a whole lot of very mature work. And if you don't have the attention span of a goldfish (three seconds) and have some impulse control, meaning you don't opt out at the first itty bitty problem, then you get to grow something remarkable and long lasting. I mean, really.

Difficult life continues to happen, no matter what friends or family or inherited income or business connections or social connections or neighborhood or church community or street community you have or do not have. Difficult life happens more often when you have less, and no one is around to support you building more of your life, or helping to stand again when you have taken a bad fall. 

When difficult life happens to those I have known who have inherited wealth or large incomes, they still feel completely overwhelmed having to move or deal with a chronic illness or a child with a severe problem.  They just happen to have a nice working car, a stable home situation, paid help to help pack or cook or clean or take care of children or take care of things or organize your next party.  For those who dont' have those financial resources, they often learn many skills, like how to rely on neighbors,  family, community members, and they learn to step in when someone falls, hoping that someone will manage to be there if they experience the same.

Wherever we look, if we are mature and awake at the wheel of life and conscious, we notice that difficult life happens everywhere. Yup, no one is exempt. Difficult life happens to every species everywhere all the time. And it's been happening since the beginning of time.  

It happens to the stepped on or diseased ant colony or the yearly illness of the pine grove or the  bear that fell and has one leg that never works again. Or the bats that have a virus and most of them die. Or the neighbor who has cancer , isn’t pulling off managing their job, their kid has M.S. , their partner goes off at night and is right on the edge of leaving the whole situation and abandoning them. 

Myself, I find this reassuring- that in my darkest moments of struggle, I am in excellent company the world over. That over time, so many have gone before me, honing their ability in the face of great challenge to remain clear, and true, and focused. That they often got through it, and I will too.

So much difficult life is not visible. I can’t see yours, and you can’t see mine. We can't see pain, or the fear of not being able to walk to the store anymore, or loneliness, hopelessness, or the cost of abuse or abandonment. But it's there, inside the people next to us, just doing the best they can to go about their day.  So we have to get smart, and begin to understand that challenging life is happening all around us.  We need to grow up  and decide if the golden rule is such a good thing after all.

See, little kids get interested in the golden rule . It seems like a great way of hedging their bets that they too will be treated as well as they are treating others. Adults, if they actually grow up and mature, often choose to live some version of the golden rule because internally, ethically, it makes profound sense to them. It resonates with something deep inside of them that seems to connect them to all else. Which is something we humans used to experience as a matter of course, until our post-industrial ways and our technology and our choices of faster-more-distracted-by-anything-fun-at-all lives came to be something we just slid into every single morning we woke to our new day. Without a second glance.

This is why there are cycles of interest in settling on into our lives, and slowing things down. Taking care of ourselves. Exercising. Walking to the store. Getting enough sleep. Eating reasonable food at reasonable times. Walking or sitting outside and emptying our minds, giving ourselves a fair chance to unwind all that distresses and disturbs and frustrates us so. This is the way we allow our injuries to heal, and our resilience to return.

In my work as an Acupressurist, Herbalist and Health Educator, I listen to people every day . They share how difficult life is happening in their days and in their nights. My job is to listen, and do acupressure on their bodies- to support alignment of  their spines, soothe their pain, their inflammation, improve their kidneys and liver and blood sugar and help them problem-solve natural solutions for their depression and health conditions.

 They come week after week, or less often if we figure things out well and their bases are well covered, and they share what improves and what is heartbreaking. What happened 60 years ago and was never again the same, or how their partner insists on certain things,  and then the tears roll down their cheeks.

They cry ,and I hand them tissue while sitting and listening.  I tell them how wise they are to cry or to grieve or to sob. I tell them it's never ever something to apologize for, being wise enough to express themselves. What a precious wise thing it is to model for children and grandchildren and neighbors and friends. How good it is for their bodies and hearts and minds and souls to express all of that, and have someone listen while they share it. They talk about it, cry about it , confide about it, and then smile. They get on the table and get worked on, having their organs and systems described to them. And then they thank me, and go off into their own sometimes difficult lives.